"Oh please, Anthem would be lucky to singe my robes with her fireballs," Rolan snorts in amusement, rolling his eyes as goes for another bite of his lobster roll. "Don't get me wrong, her skills as a Diviner are top notch, but compared to a dedicated spellcaster like myself, her spells lack any sort of punch."

"As for Zevlor..." Rolan's eyes narrow as his tail thumps once heavily against the seat. "I spent nearly two months on the road following him out of Elturel. I swear, the man barely took off his armor. I had to bully him constantly just to make sure he didn't smell to the high heavens. Utterly disgusting, if you ask me. How he tolerated all that dried sweat soaked into his under armor against his skin, I'll never know."

Meanwhile, Rolan is obviously fastidious about cleanliness, wiping his hands clean whenever the slightest amount of buttery goodness gets on his fingers.