Smile became uncomfortable as her escort began to eat with gusto. At least Parsifal had the decency to use a napkin. Savage was indeed the correct descriptor for the man. Straightening from her lean, Dox continued with her own meal, trying to tune out the noisy eating of the two beside her. Hands were methodical in their movements. Cut, chew, drink, wipe with cloth napkin. Blue eyes did flick between the dancing crowd, and her traveling party. They were both quite the distraction. And ones Dox didn't quite enjoy. Manners would have to be learned. Dox wasn't particuly looking forward to hearing the slap of jaws during mealtime for the last few months left of her life.<br/><br/>There was a soft yelp of surprise as water droplets flicked in her direction, landing upon bared shoulders and neck. A slight twist of torso drew pale eyes to the savage. He was...washing himself. With q waterskin. At the table. Where napkins were provided. And then he dried hands off on the clothing provided! Dox's mouth slackened at his barbaric display. Parsifal hardly noticed. He was too busy stuffing his gullet. Dox heard the slap of hand on shoulder as she rose from the table, eager to join in the dancing circles. She had never danced before, but the steps seemed easy enough. And by the gods, she would enjoy this night!<br/><br/>Parsifal jumped as Motto slapped his hand upon the man's slim shoulder, looking up at him with a full mouth. "Go? Now?" A hard swallow got his food down his throat before he spoke again. "B-but! We have to stay the night! Ceremonial blessings are cast upon our supplies by holy men. And we have to sleep in the holy sacrifice's room, that we may be blessed in our mission." Perhaps the birdlike fellow didn't believe in such rituals, but he was certainly using them as a good excuse to continue eating. Brown eyes flicked to the crowd and he tugged his shoulder out from Motto's hand. "And then the chief sends us off in the morning with one final blessing for a safe and successful journey. We can't break tradition!"<br/><br/>Dox, having distanced herself from the mannerless men she was destined to spend the rest of her life journeying beside, was actually enjoying herself! A wide smile pulled at full lips, blue eyes twinkled with mirth as dancers on either side of her had linked arms, guiding her through the lovely steps. Never had she had such fun! Her training had given her something of a feline grace, but she stumbled over steps just like anyone else might have. And for a moment, she felt normal. It was nice For that moment.<br/><br/>After that moment, when the song had ended and everyone gathered round her, Dox was reminded who she was. The people who had gathered round were pushing close, calling to her, reaching out hoping to touch, pulling at her limbs or clothing. Frantic eyes tried to look above the crowd as Dox went on tip toe. Breathing began to shallow as chest tightened. The people closing in were taking all of her air! Though, a second glance showed them for what they were: horrible faced goblins, ready to sacrifice one of their own for twenty more easy years. Her escort? Where was he?