Korton stretches in his chair, getting more of the kinks out of his body and muscles before continuing on. He is enjoying his ale and food, a scrumphous display of eating heartily pork chops, bacon, potatoes, and that is followed by a smattering helping of scrambled eggs.
While eating, he asks between bites, "So, Nalya, how far is our destination into this forest? Would you also know of anything that we may be encountering? Demons, angels, anything at all?"
he pauses...takes another bite of his bacon, and while looking at her, he thinks to himself, I don't know about all this, going off on this so called prophesy of hers instead of our original destination. I'll talk to Provoni about some extra pay later. Man, Nalya has nice legs.