Lon looked at Joli as she moved off ahead of him, surprised, then smiled, following slowly after. "Feeling is mutual," he said softly, and began whistling lightly, a dancing jig he remembered from childhood.<br/><br/>On entering the inn he looked around for Joli, Lauren, Corien, and the rest of the mercenaries, and sat with whoever looked most alone, before tucking in to eat. He was efficient and neat, using small bites, each of which is savored for a second or two, but a nevertheless a surprising quantity of food vanished in short order. After eating he sighed with contentment, and then ordered several slices of the roast, and a chunk of bread; he pulled the soft core of the bread out, pushed the sliced up meat inside the hole created, then stuffed the core back in, sealing the meat inside. He then wrapped the entire thing in cloth, and tucked it into a side pocket on his pack.