Neverwinter Forest On some level, food knows its' food.

"Oh, no. I aint ye jester." Belharra's expression went from cheeky to serious, the swap stark and quite unnerving. It was true, too - she was many things, but a court jester she was not. Her blithe and jocund demeanor was mostly a front, just as she expected Asmodeus' flat aspect was a front. Just as she expected Mal's devil-may-care attitude was a front hiding something much angrier beneath.

They all had something to hide. Belharra's smile returned. "Are ye accusing me of not liking ye?" Scandalous, that.