Horen stayed quiet until the woman asked about a brink.<br/><br/>"Id like tea."<br/><br/>He didnt glance at the menu. Normally he was just given food without a choice. He hadnt had to pik food, only eat and not complain about it. Slaves that complained often went hungry to 'learn their place'.<br/><br/>He looked around the room. it was a nice place. The tables had clean dishes with real silverware. That was also a surprise. he had always had tin utensiles. Tin plates, and forks, and cheap copper cups. The cheaper the better when owning a slave. Or so it seemed to him. The wood of the place was a nice medium oak or the like with a light stain that seemed to take in light and give a warm glow to the room. The fire was nice and warm after the cold from the street.