The food, given the minutes Alois waited while listening to Sarrina speak, cooled to a mercifully edible temperature. The cold open air helped with that, and the warmth of the fire nearby could be easily used to reheat it, in case things got too chilly. After taking a portion for himself, he started to eat, listening to the nord's explanations. The separation of man and woman when she started listing off the province's races brought some amusement to him, but he let her have her moment of boastful storytelling.<br/><br/>"Sounds like a wonderful place," He remarked. Strong alcohol was hardly a draw for him, but seeing new places was nice nonetheless. Couldn't hurt to at least try a sip. Besides, if even nords and orsimer couldn't handle the drink, there was no shame in giving up when he inevitably couldn't. He could celebrate with something weaker, assuming they had anything of the sort. Of course, work came first, and when the letter was shown to him, he nodded.<br/><br/>"Coin's as good a motivator as any." Meeting friends was a better one, but Alois hardly knew who they were working for, aside from what Sarrina had been telling him. He quickly finished his plate and shifted positions to a kneel, drawing the pick from his backpack to loosen some soil. He scooped said soil over their campfire, suffocating the flame and preventing any embers from flying out. Safety first. When he was done, he stood and put it back in the loop. "Okay, ready when you are."