Alexander
"Mmn, I know I made a choice, and I'm proud of it. Got ta take care o' the kids thanks to it. If I hadn't they woulda either died or been out in the streets by now. Maybe the previous orphanage manager wouldn't 'ave died and suffered a bit more to keep the kids alive." *As her speech became increasingly morbid, M'ralind shrugged her shoulders and simply smiled, leaning her head into Elias' hand. 
"To da inn we go then. My gear's all good right now, an' I got my meat already. You can go buy sum groceries if you need 'em, I'll rent a room for us."
Antonio
*Elias nodded again, finding the story of M'ra's work in the orphanage more tragic than morbid - the tinge of humanity in it all warming her heart.*
"I'll see what I can find in terms of seasoning. The cook will probably sear the meat for us, if we ask..."
*She replied with a thoughtful tap of her cheek, eyes turning skyward as she tried to work out what a village would have beyond salt and pepper.*
Belinda
The inn is relatively close to the entrance of the village itself. So it would not be difficult to find themselves in front of it, and as Elias thinks about what spices a village may have she comes to the realization that spices may be a tad bit out of their price range - besides, bear meat is... Well, compared to other meats it's certainly "Exotic." Since this is summer bear meat, and was likely taken from an adult, it'll have an extremely strong venison like flavor that's slightly sweeter. It's likely that the people who own this establishment would have a large range of herbs and vegetables at their disposal, and could likely make a pottage from the bear meat they have. Alternatively, they could make a stew - and if they're really willing to fork over some silver they could have some spices that the cook might have for richer guests. Plenty of ways to go about preparing it, they could offset the coast by "Selling" The inn keeper the meat and requesting a meal as payment.
Alexander
*Mulling over what to do with the meal she had at hand, M'ra had come to already push the door to the inn open and make her way inside. Her eyes lolled from side to side as she considered the different options in her head, absentmindedly seating herself down. A few moments later, her eyes shone with recognition as she came to her choice.* 
"Ah, we should probably give some o' the others 'ere a chance ta have a taste o' the food. A whole chunk o' meat like this ain't gonna last if I just drag it about with me an' I don't wanna waste such a good meal. I can pay fer the spice since I got sum good coin from the hunt, Eli."
Antonio
*She followed behind, giving a gentle wave as they entered the inn, giving a disarming smile to the patrons and sitting beside M'ra. Elias was used to receiving suspicious looks from the villages she wandered between, her armour and demanour reminding most of haughty nobility or spoilt children of merchants.*
"Perhaps it would be a good idea, yes... Very much endear these folks to you immediately, I'd say~"
Belinda
Upon entering the establishment the sound of a string instrument immediately fills the air, that and the smell of stewing meats and the faint smell of alcohol. Percussion instruments and then the whistling of a flute fills the air as patrons loudly speak with one another. It would almost seem like a celebration, especially as the singing begins - spoken in a foreign and unknown language. Luckily for them M'ralinda would find an empty booth near to the performers - men and women dressed in outrageous clothing, colorful and frilly. Using tools like lutes, drums, and a lute. 

Presumably they would call over a waiter/waitress so they could get into contact with the owner of the establishment. The owner, a short stocky man wearing a flat cap and a red jacket walks over haughtily before humbling himself immediately upon spotting the garb and status of one of the armored women. Seeming to swallow his pride he walks up and politely asks "Hello madame, I heard you wanted something special cooked up?"
Alexander
Taking a moment to appreciate the light atmosphere and a musical ensemble to add to the warmth that the place radiated, M'ralind found herself surprised at how once again her absentmindedness had caused her to completely miss this when she entered the inn. Briefly shaking her head, which caused her to have to brush a few fallen hairs out of her face, she turned her head up to look at the man, eyebrows raising as she turned to pull the package of meat over her shoulder and laid it down gently upon the table, waiting for Elias to give a response seeing how the man seemed to have addressed his question to her. She wiped a few bits of dirt from her back, grimacing slightly at the thought of having to wash her dress *Again* Just because some filth had gotten caught up there due to having had to carry something. Black fabric was hard to wash without getting the colour to become a bit washed out.
Antonio
"Bohemian, hm...? More folksy than the usual, but I quite like it..."
*The knight would muse as she slowly removed her gauntlets, setting them on the table and wringing her hands daintily, relaxing into the atmosphere with a deep sigh. Being used to the deep drones of Northern fiddles and gravel-voiced bards, this lighter tune was a welcome change. 
Elias turned her attention to the dancers a moment, regarding them briefly before settling her bright eyes on the owner.*
"Hm? Oh, yes sir. My companion has recently acquired some choice meats, and suggested sharing it with the rest of the patrons - the payment being a pleasant meal, and perhaps some drinks~"
*She spoke with an exaggerated refinement, mimicking the manner in which her cousins would gesture - trying her best not to become cynical and create a satire of it. She dropped the act a moment to glance to M'ra, beaming gently and taking her handkerchief to a few specks of dirt on her face and dress.*
Belinda
As he listens to Blue Dove his smile would only falter for a moment before he asks "What kind of meat if you don't mind me asking? As i'm sure you know, *Choice cuts* Can cover a very... Wide variety of meats." He clears his throat, and leans over to the waitress on his right hand side whispering something into her ear. He turns back to face Elias but his eyes remain upon the large cut of meat placed upon the table, eyeing it warily as if it may spring up from the table and strangle him to death - or rather, whether or not he can trust these two strangers to be true to their word that this is indeed "Choice" Meats. 

There weren't dancers before but there certainly are now! Though the dancers certainly aren't from the troupe, but rather the drunk patrons seemingly understanding the language being sung and dancing as if this was some kind of festival. Clearly this music means something to the locals, even if it means nothing to the two of the people present within this booth.