(i said this to others; feel free to invent your own food places, so long as they fall within one of the three values previously mentioned. Cheap; 15sp, medium 1gp, expensive 10gp.)<br/><br/><br/>Brelia is correct in that the fine dining establishment tended to cater to pairs or more, so when the stuffy waiter sizes her up at his podium to seat, he takes a moment to smile and introduce them. Though, the 'giant meat on a stick' stand did have a few crude tables and chairs - but nothing really that would support anyone in huge armour or a big body (or a big belly). Cheap furniture laid out in the ornate stonework of the public area for convinience more than much else. "Welcome-" The waiter spoke, holding his hand out expectantly for it to be filled with gold. "-To The Master Worksmith." The theme of this one was the pride of the collesium and their equipment, it seemed. With (albiet fake) examples of the history of the place lining the walls. From paintings of past fighters and their victories, to trophies and equipments on stands and mounts.<br/><br/>Once 20gp had been provided to the waiter; the kitties are treated to being lead to a quiet table. Other diners seem to be franchise owners, owners of successful fighters and other high-value individuals. 'Nobility' in this city was more to do with what money you made than any distinct heritage. Though there was a kind of respect for fighter-owners in particular, as if they worked hard to train those beneath them to succeed. And perhaps thats the kind of talk the two might overhear. The food here smelled quite esquisite and drinks seemed to be part of the initial charge - giving them an open bar to play with.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the others at the Eleven Lumps would find other like-minded and greedy individuals who prefer cheap, chearful and plenty of it. It didn't nessicarily taste of anything besides 'being cooked', so it wasn't bad. But it wasn't flavoured in any special way. Nor did it seem like a great place to meet and greet.<br/><br/>Finally, Kay bumps shoulders with someone pinning a new article on the information board she decided to check out. It usually featured jobs, too. "Ah, you wanna th' ones who saved the kid right?" He shakily greeted with a smile. A human a bit on the meek side, but she seemed pretty good otherwise. "I usually write mostun the stories and stuff for people around here." She gestures to the written article she pegged up, surprisingly better grammar and flow than her actual speech. It was informing people of the jist of the events that went on with the large plant creature, explaining the disappearances could be associated to it. Then going on to ask who might see these people freed from the tyranny of the forest. Nearby there's a desire for woof teeth to make a necklace, some requests of herbs and special fruits to cure paralysis from a brewster and less interesting jobs - such as lost cats or other older, now likely out of date pieces of paper.