Markus wandered his way downstairs after a restful night. The morning light shone through the windows and revealed three other men in the pub aside from Skarjaw- Leo, Seymour, and another man who Markus didn't know. "Do you want breakfast too?" The bartender called out. "Lentil stew and some bread."

"Yeah, please." Markus said, still slightly groggy. He sat at the bar next to Leo, who had already eaten. The orc set down a bowl and a piece of bread in front of him. Markus smelled the stew. "Smells a little bland..." He thought out loud. Upon tasting it, it was just as flavorless as it smelled. Shaking his head, he simply drank it bit by bit.

"Oh? Not good enough for you?" The bartender said. "I could just take it back if you don't want it." Skarjaw reached a hand out to Markus' bowl, and the half-elf met his eyes, pulling the bowl away. Both Markus and Skarjaw gave a small laugh as the orc pulled his hand away.

As he finished the stew and the bread, Markus turned to Leo. "So, is there a plan for today?"