Daniel
Unfortunately, it was not for Arel. Instead, it was for the robed individual. Placing down a surprisingly large order of food on the table, with a sudden twist and turn from both his hands, a cutlery of spoon and knife would seemingly appear out of nowhere as if it was the work of a conjurer. But he didn't used any magic, simply a trick of his sleeve. Literally.

He began to dine in with fast and precise continuous movement, devouring the hot meal with smooth and fluid motion. Though, to how he eats, it was rather strange. Instead of eating with his mask off, Lawrence was simply shoving it down through his throat in the perspective of another individual. Since everyone is too busy to care about him, no one could really question his way of eating.

Taking a small glance toward Arel who seem to be waiting to order, Lawrence merely remained silent for the most part. 

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The bar maid from early steadily fast approached with nothing in her hands, free from any orders of any other individual. "**So, what will your order be? We have a variety of foods and delicacies of Gantrickan and Finadaran cuisine here. We probably have what you may want.**" 

Lawrence watched the two interact with each other with silence while eating, with the maid seeing how he eats made her weirded out by him. But she wouldn't point it out. Only waiting for Arel to reply to her.
Shannon
**"I suppose that mushroom and lentil soup would suffice, assuming you have it."** 

**"Indeed we do, miss. I'll have that out for you soon."** The barmaid seemed to shuffle away from the pair, or primarily Lawrence, as quickly as she could without drawing unwanted attention to herself. As he turned his gaze back to the young man before him, he noticed that he was not eating his food in a remotely traditional manner. It appeared to be pushed through his throat, which, needless to say, was more than slightly baffling to him. But this oddity was not going to become the topic of conversation if he could help it. Not after the pair had already gotten off on the wrong foot. 

**"You store cutlery in your sleeves?"** Arel said, raising an eyebrow as he determined that this trick did not result from magic. What precisely he used to seemingly sprout this silverware from thin air, he was not sure, but he thought magic could safely be ruled out of the equation.
Daniel
Lawrence would set aside his spoon and knife to his plate and simply moved his body towards Arel's direction. Without speaking or uttering any other words, he would move his hand around below his wrists before snapping it back up with a snap, revealing individual items in his palm. Each item seemingly more lucrative, odd, and even crazy.

From simple materials such as ingredients, to potions that came from various sizes. The man was having fun despite the lack of any emotion, expression, or sound as he continously pull things from underneath his sleeve with a hidden string. Until something large began to come out that it was able to embedded itself on his sleeve.

In his hand, he had accidentally pulled out a crow. But it wasn't an ordinary crow, it was a half-fleshed aviary creature who seem to be standing upright just fine. It didn't seem to bleed and it moved like any ordinary bird. It held no stench but the undead creature is intelligent enough to not open their mouth unless it gets discovered by the tavern inhabitants.

Realizing what he just pulled, the robed individual immediately reversed his technique by moving in a circular counterclockwise and shoved the hell out of his crow inside his sleeves. He then looked at Arel with a seemingly nervous stare, though it still wasn't even closely evident. But the man placed his finger upon his mask, making a quiet gesture with a shaking head.

"**Forget what you saw, I don't want to mercilessly slaughter any innocent individuals.**" He said with a crude but seemingly frightened demonic voice. Though it was evident in his tone that he was confident that he can easily do what he said.