Luciel made no comment as Brielle took the yams, having offered for her to take her pick rather than take them all. It mattered so little, since she'd already helped him so much that she deserved a bit extra, anyway. To finish off the joke, he knowingly replied, [color=8882be]"Try not to mention it, I have a reputation to maintain"[/color] with a small hiss of a chuckle, forked tongue briefly flicking between his teeth. No sooner had he shouldered the pack once more than had the suggestion been offered to go to the dining hall. The mutt was thrilled by the idea of food, though as he was being led through the streets, the crowds unnerved him. He took the time to again adjust the bear head to make the disguise as convincing as possible. The thought crossed his mind of how suspicious he would seem if anyone actually caught on, though he didn't imagine it was such a large concern as long as he had an escort. 

He had to admit, the town was certainly not what he had expected. Caverns and structures built within it gave a small twist to his own view of living in a cave. Monsters and men, that sort of stipulation was mostly lost to his awe. Now more than ever, he cautiously followed Brielle while taking in the scenery now that he was in the belly of the beast.
Even entering the mess hall, he was nervous what with the volume of humans and their conversations. Paranoia took him with the even slightest glance, certain he would be driven out or worse at any moment. The gripping fear had quelled the innate instinct to kill, so much so that he hadn't realized where he was being led until Brielle gestured to the table of confections which she took a few articles from before making her way off to a group. They were most certainly not his kind of people, especially with how happy and friendly they were with each other. 

Rather than stand there by the table, Luciel followed suit, though paused right after grabbing a wooden plate. A second outstretched hand retracted to momentarily touch the silver of his necklace while swiftly whispering, [i][color=8882be]"Bless us, lord; this bounty and the charity of its provider."[/color][/i]
Carefully, he picked out a slice of ham, a muffin, apple...the such that was unlike what he could provide for himself. While rabbit sinew and goat blood was as savory in a stew or raw, the care that was put into the preparation of baked goods and livestock was a luxury that was impossible to simply pass up.

Stocked with as much as he'd dare take, the matter of seating presented itself. Luciel reasoned that following Brielle was probably the sensible option, since sitting alone could be done anywhere, and people seemed to know who she was well enough to respect her. 'Friends' being a foreign concept, and respect being the closest next, 'Eden', as Brielle addressed him, seemed nice enough. Among the others, Luciel couldn't be sure, but took his collection with him to also approach the group.
Awkwardly, he greeted them with a small bow before taking a seat on the bench across from Brielle. [color=8882be]"Good morning"[/color] he said after a moment of staring at the plate, trying to decide where to start. Taking the apple from the top, he kept his head low, utilizing the bear hood to hide his eyes which were likely sharp from the nervousness at this point.

An odd sense bled through his senses. It was an oddly familiar scent he couldn't place his finger on. Lifting his head only enough to eye Adam, Luciel sniffed before lightly nibbling the fruit with his very front teeth. He reasoned that whatever the feeling was, it certainly could not be farther from his business. While the blood in the humans called to him with all of its hateful stink, he seemed almost hollow, as if he weren't even there save for a faint sweetness that was difficult to explain. Again, not his problem, no matter what it could mean.

[color=8882be]"Miss Brielle is...showing me around town?"[/color] Luciel explained, glancing up to Brielle for confirmation.

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