Martyn finished up his bowl in silence, then leaned back in his seat beside Sam. It was, he had to agree, pretty good. Certainly in comparison to the campside cooking and rations they'd been dealing with on the road. Still, having to come back here for help... Frankly, he could've lived with the rations, if the situation in Izzarra weren't bad enough to make them come out this way.
Still, things were what they were. They still had a bit of time to wait before they could go pursue their first meeting with the Guilds. And the group needed a moment's rest, even if he didn't feel he really deserved one with so much work to do.
He sighed and rolled his shoulders, watching the door close behind Esther as she followed Sharne out into the city.
"...Hm. Kaldach, a question. You and Sharne were pretty close before I returned to Izzarra, weren't you?"
"Has she spoken to you at all, recently? She's been acting... more quiet than usual."