Returning, the troll half climbed, half slid back into his seat, and wiped the utensil off on the blousing front of his robes, they needed to be washed later anyways. "Er, tanks fo' dat, but ah can be takin care o' ma'self..." Ears so low they almost vanished in his hair. causiously, he sniffed, then took a sip of the brothy substance. He had had better, much better before... But he had also had worse. And hunger could make ANYTHING taste editable. So he took to politely eating his soup, no slurping, no sipping, if nothing else, he had surprisingly good table manners, not even resting his elbows on the counter. Every now and again, the ear closest to her would twitch. "So," he asked, once her water and his tea arrived, "If joo done mind mah askin, what brings joo down 'ere?" Ending the question by gently sipping on the tea... and letting out a sigh of relieve... Mageroyal...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>