Pet-Ament, as he was forcing himself to think of himself as, watched as the slave girl came and pulled out something from the litter. Seeing the bread and the flask of what he was almost certain was alcohol of some sort made his stomach let out a soft growl. "Thank you Princess Sanura. Might I just call you Sanura? If you would allow me the humble gesture of friendship it would be much appreciated." He says with a warm smile. He nodded his head. In a way it had been. Traveling through time was not an easy task. "It was." He listened to her words and thought them over. "I am not overly picky Princess Sanura." He spoke honestly. "I am an understanding man." He added. Nodding his head. Taking the crusty bread and takes a bite. Smiling contently. "This is good bread." He takes a sip of wine. "I am not one for many alcoholic drinks but this is very good wine." He admitted. "Please lead the way. I shall follow at your side."