Antoinette
*Artoria, after being told that she could order any dish she wanted, had to stop for a moment to think about what to eat. Despite her aristocratic upbringing, the days in the forest had caused her noble palatte to diminish; she could go for anything right now. In the wilds, she found that dining as a fox would proportionally fill her belly as a human, though she definitely lacked the culinary skill to prepare a dish that wouldn't disappoint her. The most she could do was char a small piece of meat with her fire, blackening it and eating the product. It always tasted the same way: charred and crunchy, like eating a piece of coal.*

*What should she eat now, though? She heard Almann say to the girl... Cilia, was it? Right, Cilia, that she he would have 'the usual': stew and a pint of mead or beer, she assumed. To be honest, stews paled in comparison to other dishes to Artoria; why have a stew when you could have steak? Or porkchops? Or just anything else? Yes she knew beef stew and the like existed, yet to her she'd rather enjoy the raw meat instead of bits and pieces of it in a stew.*

*She'd rest her head on one of her hands on the table, looking towards the east wall as she fantasized about what she'd eat that day. As much as she wanted to, she wouldn't go for meat. There weren't many opportunities for her to eat out like this, so she had to try something new. Then again, nothing really came to mind; the only other thing she could think about eating was bread, but that wouldn't be nearly enough to fill her stomach. What to do...*

*Suddenly, her ears perked up as she got an idea of what to eat. She turned at Almann, looking at him with a mischevous glint in her eye, then politely turned to face Cilia.*

"Whats the most *Expensive* Thing you have on the menu?" *She asked, a slight grin forming across her face.*
Travis
_Almann grits his teeth. Damn her! Not even he knew what as the most expensive thing on the menu. Never trust a kitsune to use one's charity with temperance. He usually got cheaper foods since he didn't have a picky palate anyways. He could hear his pockets screaming already..._

"You know act-" _Almann is cut off as Cilia pipes up and claps her hands together_

"I'm glad you asked! We have a multi-course specialty we prepare for special guests (such as yourself). Spiced suckling pigs spit roasted to your liking, with a side of lamb and today's special cheese. There is also a desert course with assorted fruits and fresh yoghurt with a custard pie on the side. Of course, we also cook up todays mixed vegetables if that is also to your liking which would be..."

_Cilia pauses for a moment, dashes to the kitchen, and dashes back._

"...Roasted leeks with garlic and onion, which also happens to come with river trout for a _small_ extra fee."

_She emphasizes small by shrinking her pointer finger and thumb together_

"Our drinks include mead, spiced mead, ale, spiced ale, wines, and an assortment of wheat spirits."

_Almann had to prevent his jaw from dropping to the floor. How does an inn have so much to offer!??!? He gives a defeated grunt, massages his temples in irritation and speaks up once more._

"I'm going to need an extra order of mead with mine..."

_Good thing he recently got his shipment of coin of the profits from his shop in Ainakil..._
Antoinette
*It was flattering, to be honest, that Cilia thought that they were both 'special guests.' She felt a little bad for doing Almann dirty like that, but then again, he DID say he was going to pay, right? Although, taking advantage of someone never really struck her fancy; she'd have to pay the man back after the meal was done and done. If she remembered, of course.*

*The meal itself sounded less like a "Dish" And moreso an entire feast. To be honest, it was quite astounding on how such a small inn could afford such grand dining; suckling pigs, fruits, yogurt... How could they just have all the ingredients lying around to even make this kind of thing? Artoria imagined that the most expensive thing they'd have was some sort of high-grade steak with some exotic spices and seasonings - a far cry from what had just been offered to them.*

*Though, she definitely couldn't deny it, could she? It wasn't everyday that you could eat like a king, especially during these trying times. She heard that there was a war going on with the Salvainian Empire and the Silnarian Empire over slaves, but that was all she could remember. Almost all wars called for an excess of food supplies to be delivered to soldiers, leaving only the upper class to be granted such grandiose culinary treats. Besdies, the average serf couldn't just go out and afford a meal like this; Artoria estimated the cost of the entire meal to be 10 - no, at least 15 - gold. Judging from how Cilia described it, though, it'd be worth it.*

*TOTALLY worth it.*

"Let's go with that. I don't think we'll need the river trout, to be honest; The pigs and the lamb should be more than enough to fill both of us up. Hell, I'm not sure if I'll be able to get to the dessert!" *She said, looking at up towards Cilia.* "You can sure bet that I'll try to, though."
Travis
_The good thing about Almann's hearing abilities is that they are easy to conceal. He knew most of what happened behind the scenes of this inn, why they are so successful yet secluded, why they can offer such lavish courses, why, despite lacking any guards, a bandit party hadnt burned the place down and stolen their riches. Old Oswen wasnt enough security for such things._

_The truth was that The Tired Giant was a favorite of the local noble's, for more than one reason. Their grub and drink were good sure, but more importantly, they acted as an underground hub for trafficked slaves in the area. Old Oswen isnt just an inn owner, but he's also an experienced slave trader. He made more than enough money on the side swindling nobles on the best of slaves from macen grunts to..."Servant" Oni to afford such luxuries. The slave trade was the reason why Almann found this place anyways, he had heard along the grapevine a notorious slaver by the name "The Mountan" Had retired some years ago in this region and wanted to figure out what he was doing in now. Perhaps he could learn some conventional trading wisdom from him. Oswen didnt know Almann was knew about his secret past, or that the supposedly retired slaved trader still participated in his business. Almann wanted to keep it that way. This place was quiet and peaceful, and he felt it wrong to disturb such a sanguine place._

_Almann then thought about the bill. Instead of blackmailing the folks that run this place he'd have to get in a haggling match with The Mountain. He looked forward to this, testing his skills against a veteran more than twice his age._

_Cilia was a novice, this was clear now. Almann wasnt even sure she knew who her father was besides being the owner of the local nobles favorite inn. Her espousing such a fine course meal would arouse suspicion from any semi-experienced traders or merchants._

_As Cilia walked away she got an exceptionally quick angry glance from her grandfather. It was such a quick and nuanced response that if Almann wasnt expecting some sort of backlash for her blunder he wouldnt have noticed. Hopefully all of this didnt arouse any suspicion from Artoria, hed like to talk to her in relative peace._

_Almann laced his fingers together on the table and grins._

"So let's start where we last left off, what did you do for work right after we torched that hideout?"
Antoinette
*Come to think of it, Artoria had forgotten where she went right after they'd raided the hideout of the guild. Only thing she could remember was that she'd had a one to one conversation with Syele about... A house? Something along those lines. She'd done so much in the past months that it was hard to pinpoint something that specific in her odd timeline of events. She thought hard on the subject; she could remember a good portion of what happened AFTER the raid, forgot when those events took place. Though, did it really matter too much?*

"About that, I don't really remember what happened after that raid. Well, not the specifics. I can give you a rundown on EVERYTHING that happened so far, but I can't seem to recall exactly what I did, y'know? You want that explanation instead?" *She said, keeping her voice respectfully low.*
Travis
_Almann nods. He didn't want to know all the specifics anyways. Just the more interesting things that would peak his interest. Almann also didn't blame her if she didn't remember the events after, she had suffered some nasty injuries during the raid._

"Whatever you see fit in sharing after the raid, and what lead to your... Current situation."

_He really was interested in how the lad he met in the raid ended up this way. Almann had never heard of such sorcerery capable of making such a drastic change. Perhaps a curse? Something else? Perhaps Artoria doesn't even know._