The rest of the men at the table quite amused by this tale, watching and listening quite nicely as you proceed on. While you are ranting through your story in greater detail the food does start to arrive. The three maids from before come over and start to dish out the plates and the wines with the dash of more wine.<br/><br/>While dinner starts conversation wanders off to the usual business the mayor has with his lackeys and the merchants, all very much boring and tedious as fuck. You can't see the mayors pet from this angle of the table, while he is currently talking to one of the merchants about possible trade with dwarfs up to the north.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the Captain of the Guard addresses you properly, asking about this location of the war camp that you escaped from. Much interested in any sort of inside information you could provide that would prove useful in combating the savage species of this region.