[ME] [SE] don't go bacon my heart

Oh, hail no.

Tal saw the King get targeted and winced. Sure enough, the big man didn't look like he was going to take it lying down. "Y'know what? Party's all yours," he graciously offered to Sah, scrambling to his feet and clutching his rack of ribs to his chest. "Have, uh... fun?" Because the thought of getting any more crap on his Vest was not in his planner for the day.

He ducked, dodged, weaved, and dipped his way over to the grill to pile a chain of sausage links onto a plate and another bird leg with a duck of his head at Ronin in thanks - his mouth too full of ribs to manage the words - and then retreated from the melee with his prizes. Treats for the companions back at the Peregrine and lunch for Alys secured, he made his escape from the fray under cover of the moonlit mist.

~Tal out!