<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/04fd85f8-26e8-4c1b-ad91-4015c600383e/ddnn82s-a7766271-8f5c-46cc-bcb2-035ad27b2c54.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzA0ZmQ4NWY4LTI2ZTgtNGMxYi1hZDkxLTQwMTVjNjAwMzgzZVwvZGRubjgycy1hNzc2NjI3MS04ZjVjLTQ2Y2MtYmNiMi0wMzVhZDI3YjJjNTQuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.ph-3HwiPc0OmaLmpyoQs6J98SYlWynZCgswSaO_4QIU)</div>The Hellhound smiled a touch at the bowl of delicious stew. Of course with being but one bowl, he knew that it meant that it was a meal meant for two. But before he could see to the pleasantry of feeding his concubine, he was handed a glass of wine, taking note of the gesture by Thurmgard to show it wasn't poison. He took a sip out of courteous.<strong>"To a pleasant night."</strong>Placing the wine glass down, he looked to Songbird. Thus he took the spoon and with it in his hand only taking a small amount since it was piping hot. He slowly he feeds her first, then followed this with his own bite then another for Songbird, alternating back and forth between them. The stew was positively luxurious for the likes of the Hellhound.<br/><br/>After a few more bites, he began feeding Songbird exclusively showing he would rather eat light and give what the two had towards keeping his Songbird content and happy.<strong>"Learned a long time ago on the journey, that when a slave is well cared for, they will make sure you are cared for in turn."</strong>He figured that was enough formalities. As he talked he began looking onto the road ahead of them. His blunt persona would show itself once more.<strong>"But I imagine any talks with a hunter is more business than pleasures. I didn't notice any apex wildlife in the area. Has that changed?"</strong>He was assuming that the guards were in need of an expert hunter rather than another sword to deal with bandits. Thus his line of questioning was on such matters, as a way to slowly work his way towards whatever Thurmgard wanted.