Zodiac sniffed suspiciously as she examined the food that had been provided.

Something was up, she was sure of it. Ships simply didn't have actual [i]food[/i] unless you were the captain or a wealthy passenger; and judging by the sad lack of an expensive uniform or bulge in her coin purse, she fit neither description.

Which meant something was amiss. Where were the weevils? This bread looked like it was fresh. Giving a piece of it another quick sniff she broke it in half- fresh bread, still with a hint of warmth in it, nice and soft and...

She glanced around for someone hiding in the shadows with hardtack and a bucket of slimy watered down grog. Surely they weren't giving actual decent food to their passengers.

Was it possible the food was poisoned?

Looking around uneasily, her gaze alighted on some other passengers. A young looking man with angular features who seemed oddly familiar, a human mage who seemed to be nearing middle age, young looking human bard with a jovial air, a large framed man in armor, and a Sarben- she could never tell much about them through the wrappings. None of them seemed to be suspicious of the unusual quality of food as far as she could tell. She contemplated asking one of them if they had reservations as well, but a disagreement springing forth behind her piqued her interest as she heard mention of armies and war. 

Conflict was good in her eyes, it meant there was a chance at some money- and maybe even striking it rich off that rare bit of loot. 

Sidling closer, she listened intently before sliding up towards them. "I heard one of you mention an army? Or stars? What's the problem exactly?"