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"Heh..." Lucifer said. "Yeh know, I'm not sure I could do this for free. It ain't very patriotic, sure, but I just want something I can live on. I've been in an' out of holes in the ground, I have barely any clue about who's tryin' to do what, why and who. I'm just looking for a little money to get a nice place in a quiet village with. Anythin' further than 'kill the other bastards' hasn' been factored in yet."

"Actually..." Lucifer said as he picks up the ladle again, drops it into the soup then clangs around again with the stirring. "I think the last time I heard about the king's kids, they were still kids. I can nae think, it's been a long ol' while. I mean, I just go from mine to mine as a blacksmith. I just make tool. I barely care about the mine and careless about the country it's underneath! It never reaches us down there so why should we care? I get about two weeks of updates just by bein' up here before going down again."

The ladle is dragged out, dribbling the broth all over the place. He takes a sip.
"Ah. Righ' that's done." He drops the ladle on the side of the cauldron to fetch bowls from his tent.
"This might be a tad plain. I ain't added much to this as I ain't got the ingredients an' I was expecting a larger crowd. Ah well..." He said as he hands the bowl of steaming hot soup over to Tikitil.
"It's warming at least. I might be useful on this little mission of ours. I'd have thought that most of us are better with swords and hacking bastards down than cooking something half decent. I might be able to make myself useful, eh?" He chuckles as he blows on his soup at that thought. Captive people to try recipes on. It would be fantastic.