"I... well, not quite." Caerdain feels a flush spread across his cheeks at the woman's flattery, and curses the weight of the whiskey on his mind. In solitude, the weight had been welcome... now it just makes him feel sluggish, when he feels like he should be quick. "And I am fine when it comes to food... I thank you for the offer, though."<br/><br/>Of course, "fine" for him meant the same dried out travel-fare that he had been living on for months now... and his stomach<em>is</em>rumbling at the sight of the food. But at the same time, he doesn't know any of these people, and he can't really see himself eating a meal while surrounded by naked women- and a humanoid laying eggs. It would just be too surreal.<br/><br/>Though where Caerdain really stumbles is when the white-haired woman offers her room as an alternative place to converse- after months alone on the road, the concept is enough to make the man's tongue feel like lead.<br/><br/>Which is why he's almost thankful when the tattooed amazon starts barking orders. If nothing else, having an actual task will help him to shake off the little wisps of whiskey floating behind his eyes.<br/><br/>"Hm? Oh, yes... I'll see if I can find someone..." The man shifts his grip on his blade, to make sure he can turn around safely, and takes a step back from the door.<em>Just walk away, and be done with it...</em>he thinks to himself. He owes these people nothing, just as they owe him nothing. But at the same time, he has a lot of questions brewing in the back of his mind, and if nothing else he'd like to get<em>some</em>answered. And maybe he will be able to do that if he helps them.<br/><br/>He wonders if maybe the bath house's owner would be able to give him any information?