Ratter shifted, clearly considering Kadim's words. He took an almost uncomfortable amount of time to look the other over. With the slightest of shrugs he dragged the pot next to where he'd been sitting. He sat back down and set about using chunks of torn bread to eat some of the stew.<br/><br/>"...so, no preferences?" Ratter asked after a few minutes, his gaze trailing to Kadim. "Fish won't be easy...not really readily available around here. Maybe new clothes?" his tone was quiet, but otherwise no different than before. He shifted and sat back taking a swig of his wine.