[Inkubeus]

Once the dish and utensils were clean and dry, Daemon placed them back where they belonged and dried his hands on the same towel he used to dry the dishes. He looked at Daemon and his eyes widened a bit before he ran his hand through his inky black hair and pulled it back bit. "Well... I had been out in the woods and I tripped.. I wound up sliding down the mountain side until I stopped rolling and I realized I had rolled right into their dinner, pretty much on top of it. It wasn't pretty. I kind of squished it all.. I guess they weren't all that happy with me." He looked down at his left arm and gently rubbed the bandage, feeling the stitches. "yeah. I guess they want me as their replacement meal."