Huaisang blinks a bit at the thought of always standing guard while eating, but it makes sense along with his initial impressions of Doul as a soldier. Perhaps a soldier for hire. Those scars seem suited to a mercenary, though he still doesn't know what to make of the metal that runs along Doul's arm.

"The local specialties are very strange compared to what I know," he explains. "We'll get a variety so you can see what you like and fill your belly as much as you please."

When the waiter comes, Huaisang orders generously for them both, featuring plenty of meat dishes and some wine.