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The mercenary's eyes immediately narrowed and his hand suddenly fell still.
: "It might be. Do you know something about it?"

Kaldach glanced around as they continued past the portcullis. His attention quickly shifted as he lifted his left hand up in front of him- once more out of several times he had done so as they traveled closer the King's manor, growing more frequent as the palace came into view.
: "..."
His eyes traced the muscles of his fingers as he slowly opened and closed the hand into a fist and back. He followed the group loosely, until he noticed they had been brought to a chamber, and the King apparent stood before them. He shot a glance at Martyn, but before long the mercenary simply spoke up himself.
: "When it's a nation like Mordo we're up against, can't be so choosy that we can't handle a couple bumps in the road."

Kaldach held his gaze on the peak of the mountain for a moment longer, the muscles craned upward seemed to disagree, has he soon looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. The days journeying here did enough of a number on his body, and the mercenary sighed in irritated agreement.
: "...Alright, fine. I'll ask elsewhere." Kaldach turned to head back to the inn, swords on his back rattling in tow.

Kaldach stopped just short of the guards.
: "...Just a foreigner trying to get a lay of the land. Take it the volcano's important enough to guard?"

Kaldach looked aside for a good minute.
: "...No Esther either. Hm."
With a glance back to the table, he picked up the bowl in front of him and stood, stopping a brief moment to place the bowl in front of the old chef before continuing on to leave the inn. Once outside, he glared up into the sky towards the volcano looming over the city. Hand over his head to provide some shelter from the falling ash, he tried to look around on the side of the volcano, squinting to see whether there were any manmade pathways creeping up from the foot.

Lian spared only a brief moment to stare at the shot now sticking out of her former opponent's head before drawing and nocking another arrow in quick fashion and replying to Drest.
: "Alas, such boorishness is out of my depth. I fear you will simply have to settle for more dead foes instead."

Clasping the bowl and immediately seeking a seat with a knife in hand, Kaldach spared no time in starting to practically inhale the surface of the bowl's contents, pausing only briefly to let the hotter parts of the meal cool off.
: "_{*grf* *gulp*} ...Finally, some decent cooking."