Septus simply rolls with his eyes when he notices Rickard feeding his dogs under the table. He chooses to simply ignore it and instead focus on the question. "It bit longer then that wouldn't be the worst. This is probably the last time we'll sleep in a comfortable bed for a while... So we better make the most of it. Let's say an hour after the rooster has made his dreaded noise." He cuts a piece of the steak and puts it in his mouth. He chews on it for a bit before swallowing it and cleaning his throat with some water. "Can't say I'm too thrilled to enter the Blasted Lands. The last time we send some missionaries that way, the recovery team only found their faces peeled off near some dark heathen ritual site." 

He puts the last piece of potato in his mouth, puts down his cutlery and sits back in his uncomfortable wooden chair, done with his meal. He looks at the burning fireplace in the corner of the room and grins. "Well, I like see the heathen scum try to do the same to us. They'll quickly meet Ultis if they do." He strokes the pommel of his sword that he placed against the table when he sat down. "No dark god ritual can protect them from this holy steel." His grin widens as he takes out a pack of cards from one of his pouches. "Let's play one game of Fiery Cards before we head to bed. Need to see if I can beat you this time. Last time you got lucky with topdecking that Warmaster." Septus shoves the plate aside and starts to shuffle the cards.