Pleased satisfaction spread beneath his skin. Delightful proof that an evening with a plate of greasy-looking food and common ale could trump the upstanding parties thrown by the fine noble houses of Taravast.

"I agree," he said heartily, with a cheerful well of pride. He offloaded their order from the serving woman with thanks and Lily's help, then rifled through his pocket and came up with what he expected would be coin enough to cover the cost- with a little extra for the inconvenience.

Just beneath his nose, he could agree with Lily's sentiment that the food smelled heavenly.

"Goddess, let's get to the boat before I'm tempted to stand here instead."