*Achoo!*
Flint looked over curiously at his student as he was gutting and descaling the carcass of a Savage Rockscale Salmon. "You okay Noxtis? You've been sneezing a lot these days. Be careful with the spices."
Rubbing his nose and making sure to wash his hands before getting back to cooking, Noxtis nodded. "I'm not sure either. Must just not be used to cooking in this windy area, might be catching some of the spices in the air. I'll take care to grind them in the tent."
Tossing the prepared Rockscale Salmon towards Noxtis, Flint wiped his hands against his leather pants. "Okay, whatever you think would be best then. Just some dragonfire anima and it would be done by now... but it is quite tasty. Maybe that whelp Velnarra isn't all wrong.
Anyway, having done some light training thus far, I am curious Noxtis."
