O'walu took a seat besides Sera, and began thumbing through the menu as soon as he received it. He was not here to engage in small talk, and the overall mood of the place was too cheerful for his liking. The serving woman of the table hovered expectantly over them, so he figured he would order first. "I will have whatever is on tap, and whatever dinner has been prepared this night." He put the menu back on the table and pushed it away from himself. He shot a look over at Taseril, who was appointed the speaker of their group by unofficial vote. O'walu was not gifted with clever words, only a fast hand and a sharp blade.