"I can offer you something a little more...fulfilling," Merrick said, entering the room just as Alex dashed out, the old man unable to suppress a smile at the boy's activities. "I got wise to what he was doing a long time ago, so all he manages to steal is what my patrons won't eat themselves." He walked over to a small stove in the corner of the room. "I can offer you fresh bread and milk from one of the local farms if you want it, I'm aware my cooking doesn't match up to Elven food though."