[center][h3][color=808080]Z A G R E N[/color][/h3][/center]

A snort curtly whistled through the dragonborn's nostrils, not out of incredulity or amusement however; Zagren did it to let the wizard know he acknowledged her wave to get his attention, he nodded his head then made his way to her. 

Seating himself next to Dullin, before ordering however the dragonborn glanced between his friend and her not-so-warm looking porridge [color=808080]"You have yet to touch your meal?"[/color] Zagren tapped her bowl lightly, speaking his tongue with her now felt comfortable for the surly warrior but he was still tight-lipped about himself. He didn't trust these people yet, that would take time. His eyes flashed slightly as he tilted his head curiously, looking at Dullin wondering why she would waste a warm meal.

Something was bothering her, obviously so as her clutch-mate he felt honor bound to do his duty as he promised to ensure her well-being [color=808080]"Tell me, what is making you waste your meal?"[/color]