Albert
Sirdan's food would arrive five minutes after Varana started eating - enough for her to devour half or more of the meal if she was being quick. Luckily, the dish Sirdan ordered would be quite easy to make - it consisted of a large minced pork pie, fried on a pan on both side, mixed with salted egg for flavor, and then served with a large helping of local, Salvainian rice. The portion was extra big - suitable for a man of his stature and profession. 

"Skeleton food? Skeleton... Cooking food for you? You *Are* A necromancer?" 

Sirdan asked as he started digging into his food - subconsciously eating even quicker because of how quickly Varana has gone through the rest of the food. 

"Hmph." Sirdan wouldn't notice any magical wings - if Varana had one, she certainly didn't show them,"Glad you enjoy the food, however." 

"Sirdan - Sir den - No one's called me Sirsir before, but someone's called me Sir Dan - as if my name's dan, and I'm a knight of the realm. I'm not one, however." *Sirdan then started explaining his origin,*"I came here for mercenary work. I was a lancer of some sort, came here, a local guild said - hey, there's monsters, and then I lanced a bunch of chickens from horseback, and that's how my career started. It's been... Years since that started, and now I've learned magic and summoning. And you?"
Trevor
Varana couldn't help but steal hungry glances at the meal Sirdan had acquired. It looked tasty too! But she had her own food, the necromancer reminded herself. She blinked at the skeleton assertion from Sirdan, then nodded swiftly. Hopefully he wasn't too disturbed by it—she couldn't hide it now.

"Mmmm... Yup! I told you about Jeffrey right?" Varana remarked with a grin. "Maybe I should have him take cooking lessons here or something... His cooking really is atrocious." 

Indeed, the Macen lady looked to be just that, a Macen lady. No wings or halo would be present to proclaim her distant origins. Though, she hadn't been trying to intentionally dupe this kind stranger. Rather, Varana found it hard to see herself as "From" A place that had exiled her.

"Hmm, so I guess if you're not a knight, then... You should really just be Dan." Varana remarked with a wide, mischievous grin. She went from Sirsir to Dan. How peculiar. "Anyways, that's a fun story! The whole... Lancing chickens thing, ehehe...~" It must have been an amusing sight! Villagers being terrorized by a bunch of chicken. Sirdan seemed to be quite powerful indeed.

"For me—Well, I'm a traveling antiquarian! I like learning about people and culture and collecting their artifacts." She explained with a nod. "Sometimes the skeletons can help with that, but it is hit and miss really. One time Jeffrey nearly brought a cave down on top of us... He really is quite clumsy! Thankfully we all got out of there. Well, except Timothy. Poor guy was ground to dust by falling rocks." He was a skeleton too, but whether Sirdan had picked up on that remained to be seen.
Albert
It was obvious at this point she's a necromancer. Sirdan's never fought one or seen one - so he don't have too much prejudice - other than the fact he do not like seeing moving corpse. 

"Mmm... Yeah. I don't think people here will exactly be happy about a moving skeleton. You'll need something less obvious - ever gone into spiritology?" Sirdan offered,"And besides - if the summon's not oriented toward cooking - their ability is... Limited. You see, I've learnt to summon a fighter - and also learnt to summon dedicated servants who are quite good at the job." 

Sirdan shook his head vigorously as he was called Dan. 

"No, please, call me Sirdan - that's my full name. Stand for a war arrow." The elf went back to his meal, gobbling it up and enjoying it - occasionally pouring some soy sauce over it, while listening to her tale. An entire cave collapsing? Almost dying? This sounded almost as adventurous as some of his most dangerous mission in Mentia. 

"You're certainly a very very... Interesting personality. You wander alone, exploring caves for artifacts with your skeleton? You sure you're strong enough for that?"
Trevor
"Oh! Don't worry about the skeletons~" Varana hummed cheerfully in response to the concerns from Sirdan. "In fact..." She leaned in closer to whisper, as if about to reveal a great secret, grinning all the while. "I used transformation magic to make them look like regular living creatures again. They really loved that~" Having revealed this, she leaned back and took another bite of her food. "Mmmm~ But this food... I'm tempted to learn that fancy spiritology stuff just to have it on the go! Or maybe... I can just resurrect a master chef..." She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, as if trying to decide whether that would actually work.

In the end, Varana just shrugged and grinned, focusing on the conversation for now.

"Okay okay, I'll call ya Sirdan then. It's got a nice rig and meaning." She conceded, pronouncing it perfectly this time. Almost too perfectly. Had Varana been able to pronounce it correctly right from the beginning?! "I think Varana meaaans... Errrr..." The raven-haired lady's brow furrowed as she tried to recall. "...Holy River! Or, something like that. In Maktuvian." Varana explained with an almost concerning level of uncertainty. "Kinda ironic, heh..." She took another bite of her food, twitching slightly, as if struggling to sit still as time wore on.

"Strong enough?" Varana let out a rather wild giggle and nodded quickly. "Well I mean, I've been at it for a few years now... The skeletons help keep me company! Hmm... Maybe I could even show you some of my artifacts!" The Macen beamed, clearly eager to show them off. Then there was a pause as Varana gazed at Sirdan for a long moment with her crimson eyes, as if recalling something from earlier. She seemed to switch topics without a second thought. "Say uh, how'd a dashing mercenary like yerself end up in charge of an inn kitchen anyways? I get your food tastes good and all... But seems like that would make it hard to go around and do the whole mercenary adventure stuff?"
Albert
"Hmph?" Sirdan blinked as Varana leaned in toward him, and then listened to her explanation. His eyes immediately darted away, searching for any sign of strange looking people who followed Varana in. Satisfied that Jeffrey is not amongst the customers, he returned to paying his attention to Varana. 

"Resurrect? You into the permanent summoning thing? That is quite... Difficult." Sirdan mused - having never dabbled in the act of permanent summoning. For some reason, whenever he tries to think of how to do it, his mind just completely blank out. 

Sirdan blinked at her perfect pronounciation,"Holy River. Maktuvian. I take it you're a Maktuvian?" Sirdan refrained from saying something about judging her by her skin color, and then tilted his head,"Holy River... Hmm, perhaps your family was birthed near one? Or were you dipped in one as a child?" 

It seems like Varana is... Hyperactive,"Oh. That is simple - my fiancee own this place, and I just came back from one expedition - figured I'd spend some time learning how to make good food and tasting them. I just wanted a bit of a break from bloody combat. Sleeping rough every other day, fearing for your life in hope of a big payout. It really wear down your soul, you know?" 

"I've long since lost the sense of adventure." Sirdan smiled,"Wish I still had some of it, like you."