John
"Not at all, it was a pleasure, believe it or not. Now, about that hunting lesson..."
*She'd giggle softly once more, rising from her seat and dropping a few silvers in the centre of their table, hailing a Silnarian 'thank you' to the staff, receiving a stilted Irtutian response. Grimacing a little, thinking she was close enough to the Elven capital to warrant a dialect change, she motioned to Manon go follow her outside.*
Donald
*Manon didn't know if now was the best time to remind the knight that it was really just knife lessons she needed, not so much the whole hunting one. She didn't say anything though, this would technically give her the chase to feed. She too rose from the booth and gave the staff a curtsy before following the knight.* 

"Is it good to go hunting on such full stomachs?" *The feeling of drowsiness crept over the vampire after a warm delicious meal.*
John
"Full stomach gives you comfort, which keeps you calm. Hunting needs decent nerves. We'll hunt something, then I'll show you how to skin it."
*She explained with a new spirit in her step, her expression brightening for the time being as they approached one of the small market stalls. A grizzled man sat upon a wooden stump in front of a bench, taking a flat-edge knife to a deer-pelt.*
"Huntin' equipment? We don't make bows n' arrows round these parts, everythin' we get comes in from town. Tribes folk come to trade some of their gear, so there should be some throwin' spears.."
*The man would grunt at her question of hunting, shuffling through a dusty box of long spears and crude weapons. He'd soon produce two bizarre javelins - attached to a sling fashioned from a flexible piece of branch. He'd make some room, then fling the branch in an overhead arc, the javelin rocketing through the air and hitting a tree nearby with a loud THUNK!*
"That'll hurt any decent game well enough, if'n you don't mind chasin' it a while."