Reynauld paid three silver, covering himself and Simone, before cutting into the tough fish steak. It was... fine.

He chewed impatiently; the meal was something of an extravagance, and here they were not even guaranteed to make a profit off this delve. Still, calories were calories, and a warrior needed fuel. After mechanically shoveling most of the plate down, he wiped his mouth almost as an afterthought.

"Well, we should get going, yes? Strike while the iron's hot, as it were. I am ready to head for this cairn immediately."