[color=FF1aef][b]Asmodeus[/b][/color][hr]

Calanon, a small person, like her but unlike her.

Kuma, that large rocky looking creature.

And Kean, the delectable smooth skinned person. Without a doubt he was one that attracted her attention most. If she was to describe it, it was akin to seeing a lot of skinny brown desert lizard and seeing a lone fat green lizard sitting nonchalantly among them. Perhaps it was due to him exposing a lot more of his flesh, or his flashy introduction.

Before she could do much —or even start to answer Calanon's question— her grumbling stomach had attracted the attention of both the large rugged Kuma, and the slimmer sleeker Kean, with both offering her food, or what seemed to be food. Odd, she wasn't sure rocks can be eaten, but she certainly haven't tried. Perhaps there were certain kinds of rocks that was edible? The one Kean offered was unlike anything she had ever seen before as well, and without anyone telling her what it was, she could put no name to the object offered. 

Asmodeus took the smallest pebble from the Goron's hand first, pushing her helm up slightly to pop it into her mouth. Amplified and distorted through the helm's construct, the sound of stone crunching under immense force was disconcerting, as she chewed it effortlessly by virtue of her immense strength. If she was unsure before, she was very sure by now.

Stones weren't good eating, no matter what strange giant beasts might say.

Having already been once offered strange 'food' that wasn't actually food, she was understandably wary of accepting another strange thing. Regardless, she accepted a piece from the slick man, raising her helm slightly higher to bite on the piece. It was, to put it simply, unlike anything she had ever tasted. Sweet and soft. It was tasty, but she preferred something she could really sink her teeth in. Something she could tear apart and hear crunch under her teeth. 

[color=FF1aef]"You have my gratitude for the food, though I will admit, the taste of rocks does not suit my palate."[/color] Readjusting her helm, she continued.[color=FF1aef] "I see naught here save for yon entrance. Perhaps we were meant to enter it, or perhaps to wait for something to exit."[/color]