Atrius had tucked into his meal before hearing the sound of stones being crushed in what had to be the jaws of a hellhound. He looked up to see Alina munching on a hardtack biscuit like it was a stalk of celery or something. "Whoa, girl." He was clearly taken by surprise. "Unless you want to lose all your teeth I suggest you soak it first." He dumped his biscuit into the stew to make it softer, and he broke it apart with his spoon like dumplings. Hopefully she was paying attention.<br/><br/>The woodsman went back to his stew. Alina seemed to be enjoying his cooking, which filled him with pride. He finished his in short order. He never had an excuse to take his time with his meals, so he didn't. He put his bowl aside and looked back to the slate. It interested him. "So, what's with this place?" He tapped the slate.<br/><br/>It didn't look like it was something real, but it was important to Alina. Too much had happened to him in the past day to not be curious. The cryptic words of the high monk kept rattling around in his mind. What was so special about this girl. She was mysterious, breathtakingly beautiful, and she certainly was in a strange place. What could one young lady mean for the world? It was probably something that a woodsman shouldn't worry about, but the gods had seen fit to draw him into it. So here he was.