All of the food smelled wonderful. Ah, mead, something Marrok could only get here in the village. It is simply to much work to collect the honey and then let it ferment, which takes up precious space. While Anya fetches the bread, Marrok takes a deep drink from the mug, taking time to savor the lovely drink. He smiles at the two pieces of bread. Some of his clan thought him crazy for liking to come to the village, but he is always treated well. "Yes, I am staying with Mother Gretel. She seems to cheer up when someone stays with her. After all she is all alone in that large cottage of hers." Marrok eats the two pieces of bread plain, enjoying it for what it is.