"Naw, but thank ye," says the silver-bearded dwarf, sounding a tad bit more respectful. "Never good understand why some folk like smoldering plant smoke, but to each their own."<br/><br/>The bartender rummages about for some salted meat and slaps it down on a plate for Zarna to give to rue. The wolf sniffs it warily at first, as it is from no creature he'd ever encountered, but after examining it, he gulps it down readily enough.<br/><br/>"Deep rothé," says Gram. "Bout good enough as any meat you'll find down here. Especially with the right mineral spice on it.  Meself, I prefer fish from the surface."