“Well that simply will not do. Why not ask the local butchers for food? Then again I suppose you’d not heard all the rules yet. One of top ones being let no one starve. If you asked for food at the local butchers they’d provide it to you easily. The city is literally where the word Cornucopia comes from.” Asran rubbed at his forehead sighing deeply. Then grabbed a slip of paper, and slammed it on the side of the house, and pulled out a pen. He quickly jotted down an address, and held it out for the priestess. 
“Go here, and your food needs will be taken care of. Just, make sure not to wear your holy robes. Seeing as it’s a small offshoot temple dedicated to lord Gluttony’s generosity. Yes I know Gluttony and generosity shouldn’t go hand in hand for some of you holier than though types. But, even he finds feeding his people worth it. As happy, healthy, and well fed people provide more goods. Than poor, sad, and unhealthy people. Simple truth he probably learned over an incredibly long life,” he said.