"Sit down to a ritual pre-hunt drink with a tribe of jungle Hylek and then tell me what you think. I still have no clue what was in it, since most of the plant life was either toxic, vicious, or both." While Gambooge checks the cupboards, Syrgei gets up and begins to tweak his armour, putting his boots back on but without the metal plating. He removes some of the heavier pieces from his coat, leaving enough to still be useful should the night turn violent. "Anything look good?"