Ferrin instinctively raised his arms somewhat defensively as the old Draik suddenly replied so...unexpectedly. Judging by his sudden, instinctive step back, and the fact that his tail, previously swaying around behind him, came to a stop, it was clear that he was rather taken by surprise by the old Draik's harsher tone. It wasn't until the Draik looked away to tend to the needs of the Bori that Ferrin felt like he could take a moment to breathe and recover. 

He gulped silently, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He couldn't believe that he'd just let himself get so intimidated by an old man like that. But there was just something about that exchange that had caught him so off-guard.... Somehow, the way he spoke got to him more than if the old man had just yelled at him or something along those lines. 

Ferrin's attention finally snapped back to the group as Arma and the old Draik began talking about that apparent feast that had been prepared for them. If he were honest, he would rather get right to these trials now instead of putting it off, but...at the same time, he didn't want to say anything that could embarrass himself further. And then, as his thoughts turned to whatever food that could be at a feast designed for such strong heroes...he could feel a rumbling from his core.

He glanced down at himself for a brief moment, a slight hint of a blush forming on his face, as he could only hope that the others hadn't heard that. 

"W-well," he finally muttered, pausing only to clear his throat. "I guess it'd be, uh...[i]rude[/i] to turn down the feast after they went through all the trouble to prepare it." 

With that, he nodded to the maid that they were directed to and began to follow her out of the room. He examined the room around him, but none of it was all that surprising to him. He'd seen plenty of fancy decorations like that back in Meridell when he worked in the castle. Although he supposed there was a bit of a difference here, as there was always the feeling that King Skarl was only using the castle like a vanity project and a symbol of his status.

When Ferrin's eyes passed over the hanging painting, however, his eyes narrowed a bit. Skarl and Hagan...fighting? He might buy that as something Hagan would do if able, but Skarl? He couldn't help but shake his head. There was no way. He paused, however, as his gaze fell upon the depiction of Darigan. He instinctively clenched his fist at his side, but quickly averted his gaze and shook it off. He was getting worked up over nothing; it was just a painting.

Finally, the group stepped up to the table, seeing the food laid out before them, as well as the plates being set up in front of them. He couldn't help but grin a bit. There was...plenty to see here, that much was for sure. Including, to his relief, a variety of savory meats from the looks of it.

"Wow...they really outdid themselves, huh?" Ferrin muttered, glancing over to his two new companions, or teammates now, he supposed. Then, he stepped up to the table, moving to seat himself right into a seat nearest the best-looking meat he could find, which happened to be the seat right in the center.