One clad in dirtied leather is quick to speak first.<br/><strong>"Go ahead lass, looks like you could use the nourishment."</strong>, he speaks with a taunt, accompanied with some  joking from his fellows. A dwarf with a red, braided beard adds in,<strong>"I'll drink to that! Looks like the first strong wind'll send her down the street! All height and no width these surface crawlers."</strong><br/>A small eruption of laughter fills the tent as they continued on with drink. A few of them eat dried rations, but from the froth of the brew the drinks were food enough.