We're all just ticking time bombs
At first, the server just looks at the woman like she’s an idiot for a minute. Then he shrugs and makes some kind of decision, not one to argue if she’s going to hand him carte blanche. It’s either the most expensive thing or the easiest thing on the menu.
Falke doesn’t intervene in that whole thing; he’s already working his way through another bite, a bit of overly-enthusiastic sauce painting the tip of his beard, unnoticed. That’s probably because he had noticed something unique about her.
“I was visiting the Silk Houses,” he replies after swallowing, open and without shame. “Worked up a bit of an appetite, not quite ready to forego the company of people.” Even strangers and mere passersby - Falke enjoys the energy of Stormbreak, even when he’s just observing it. “Forgive me, but you said ‘this place.’ You’re from elsewhere? Somewhere… very different?” Which is what he can’t quite puzzle out by himself. All the other places seem relatively normal - at least by food standards. Except maybe Halo, but that’s because Ursur meat has a very particular taste and they use it so often...
Falke doesn’t intervene in that whole thing; he’s already working his way through another bite, a bit of overly-enthusiastic sauce painting the tip of his beard, unnoticed. That’s probably because he had noticed something unique about her.
“I was visiting the Silk Houses,” he replies after swallowing, open and without shame. “Worked up a bit of an appetite, not quite ready to forego the company of people.” Even strangers and mere passersby - Falke enjoys the energy of Stormbreak, even when he’s just observing it. “Forgive me, but you said ‘this place.’ You’re from elsewhere? Somewhere… very different?” Which is what he can’t quite puzzle out by himself. All the other places seem relatively normal - at least by food standards. Except maybe Halo, but that’s because Ursur meat has a very particular taste and they use it so often...
FALKE
