Sitting across the table from the captain, Numarra dined on the helpings of fish and bread. It wasn't quite the grand feasts one would imagine a diplomat partaking, but the quality was surprisingly good. The others enjoyed the meal with glee. They had to endure hardtack and water for the trip. Ale, fish, bread, and especially fruit must have tasted even better after that.<br/>Much like a statue, Raka stood near the doorway, unphased by the intoxicating smells.<br/><strong>Does this dinner suit you Captain? I'm not sure what your typical nights resemble. I hope we aren't a bore.</strong>, the catfolk wilder spoke aloud, making eye contact.