'Not for now, lass, my thanks for this. If it tastes as good as it smells, I shall be a satisfied man very soon. Should I have need of further assistance, I will let you know'.<br/><br/>Upon smelling the steak, he realised he was far more hungry than he had cared to admit and it took a lot of his willpower to not devour the odourous plate of food like the wolves would do with their hunted prey. There was no need for him to sit back in the shadows as before, but he still didn't make himself completely visible to all guests. While he was eating his steak, he reached out with his senses, trying to catch on conversations. He had heard snippets about map-talking and heard the man looking like a woodsman, mayhap an archer, utter some words of which he understood none.<br/><br/>To his surprise, the lass had written his order down, making him believe there was far more to the girl as her just being a barmaid. That was something he might, or might not, depending on his appetite for knowledge, investigate further. He also had seen the other girl giving him a once-glance over and he studied her more closely, while eating. The steak was a lot better than anything he had eaten for the past moons, the word 'juicy' that the barmaid had mentioned when taking his order was nothing but true. Occasionally he took a sip from his ale and before long he pushed an empty - and almost clean - plate a little further up the table.<br/><br/>He reached in his pockets taking out an ebony pipe, while patting his pockets for his beloved tobacco. When he found his pouch he put it on the table next to his pipe, but didn't start filling his pipe. He sat back a little, making himself a bit more comfortable, looking around the room through slithered eyes, wondering what this place would bring him.