Ajax shrugged and smiled at the halfling and the assassin both, raising his hands up the sides of his face in a gesture of surrender that was wholly out of place with, well, everything about him. He was in good spirits and, in his own way, now considered the two of them as part of his group for the duration of this adventure. "Look, all I'm saying is if someone tells me they like halflings I wouldn't be surprised if they went for the younger sorts. Not like it's entirely frowned upon where I come from", he said with no shortage of humor before scarfing down the plate set in front of him with the voracity of a giant.

It was a fine meal. Ajax knew that sometimes simple homely cooking was better than any impersonal attempt at sophistication. It wasn't what he ate ages ago, in his long lost land, but the idea was close enough that it pleased him greatly. Of course, this translated into him engulfing the food like a starving beast before loudly demanding more. He could do without, but a frame like his was best kept well fed. Before his next serving came, the younger knight piped up with some good questions. "I leave it up to those that knew her, but were it up to me I'd snap her neck. Of course, she might be too valuable to kill. ¿Isn't there somewhere safe we can drop her?".