The slave girl seated them and brought them a pitcher of water.  Condensation beaded on the clay pitcher and rolled down to the smooth table top.  A bit of reclaimed stone, like marble but black and shot through with flecks of gold.  She took their orders and meekly nodded at the request to point them out to the commander.  A moment later she whispered in the blue scaled dragonborne's  ear, and commander Rekterinias turned to spot them.  Her face remained impassive, but her eyes seemed to blaze with curiosity and scrutiny, even from across the room.  Though after a moment she turned back to the man she was speaking with as if nothing had happened.<br/><br/>It was only a short while later before the serving girl returned with a large plate for each of the two women.  Fresh fish, seared, on a bed of sliced and steamed sandroot, with a small helping of leafy greens that had to have been grown in the farms on the south side of Laelith's rift.  Lyen chuckled and pointed at the plate, "Sandroot is cheap and hearty, and steaming it for long enough makes it much easier to chew, though rather bland.  The fish is of course easily obtainable from the sea, but this looks like a fine fillet, and the veggies are no doubt the most expensive part of the meal.  This restaurant lives up to it's reputation as being rather... stark... in nature.  No illusions about a fancy meal, just good wholesome food, without spending too much on preparation.  No wonder the paladins like it so much eh my love?"<br/><br/>Lyen ate her food methodically, chewing slowly and fully before swallowing and it wasn't more than halfway through the meal before the towering dragonborne woman approached the table.  Still in her scale mail with her sword at her hip she stood next to the table behind a third chair so she faced both women and asked Ylene, "Why do I think it no coincidence that you chose the broken blade for your supper tonight?"