Lon smiles brightly. "You're not rude, you're hungry," he repeats, gesturing again towards her bowl. "Please eat while it's hot; as I said, I've already had supper." He considers her question about him for a moment, sitting up a bit straighter, before answering it.<br/><br/>"Adventurer would imply that I have had adventures, so no, I'm not an adventurer." He picks up his mug, drains it of the dregs of ale, and sits back in the chair, smiling softly at her. "I'm more of a wanderer, as that's what I mostly do. I wander, and watch, and try to learn. You could say that I study human nature." He drums his fingers on the table, gently enough that they make no sound, and considers the ceiling as he thinks. "I've been here in Caergoth only a few hours, myself. Enough to take in the market, see the sights, and have my dinner." His hand sweeps the room, a gesture that encompasses all of the occupied tables. "I was informed that this is a good place to join the caravans; after all, it's safer to wander with others than alone, and more interesting, too."<br/><br/>He leans forward, then, his elbows back onto the table, and looks slightly glum. "I've had trouble breaking in, however; I'm not a fighter, nor have I mastered the arcane arts. You're the friendliest person I've met so far." He smiles at that, and glances around the room. "Everyone else tends to be rather... gruff. Maybe I should be more like them." He fakes a full face frown, an exaggerated grimace of anguish and torment, before looking at her impishly, obviously teasing.