There was a blade pointed at his face, but Valerius had been right in expecting such a response. No doubt the events of the last few days had put his charge in a state of heightened awareness. "I did not wish to disturb you." He replied, sitting down next to the table, his armor rustling as the plates shifted to pad his weight. Not long after, there was a knock at the door. "Enter." Said the old warrior, leaning back a bit. The waitress came inside, a tray of food in her hands. Porridge, fruit, milk, and even fresh bread were all there, the money Valerius had given the woman having gone to good use. No doubt she had gone to the nearby market for some of the delicacies, as the tavern didn't seem like the place that would hire a baker.<br/><br/>Setting the tray down, she quickly set about separating the meals into two equal portions, wiping her hands on her apron as she finished. Satisfied with the service, Valerius dismissed the young woman, but not before ordering a pint of mead to be brought out soon. It wasn't quite as flavorful as the stuff the Chasind Barbarians of the southern Hinterlands brewed, but the notes of fermented honey and juniper berries was still a pleasant aperitif.<br/><br/>"If we are to.... Go about looking for sellswords-" he said with a look of disgust. "We should fill our bellies first. After that, I suggest we stop by The Pearl. If there are two places mercenaries spend their off time, its in Taverns and Brothels." He said, tearing out a chunk of the bread loaf and scooping some of his gruel onto it. Five Star cuisine this was not, but when one needed energy to burn, a simple porridge was a great way to begin the day.