Old Fezziwig
this is a low-flying panic attack
[sblock=Assumption]There's been no objection in a day and a half, so I'm going to assume, based on the previous conversation that you accept the Mahatkata's offer.[/sblock]The Mahatkata smiles. "Very well, then. After dinner, please see my major domo, Arjuna (he'll be the svirfneblin with the red sash; he's been tending to business in the gardens), and make any requests you might have for equipment. He'll fill your order to the best of his ability based on the materials in my stores. After that, he can show you to your quarters, if you would like to spend a night in a proper bed instead of the side of a mountain."
Just as he finishes this sentence, dinner comes out. It's broiled reindeer flanks, seasoned with some sort of fennel-based rub, with a side of greens and what appears to be some form of russet potato. Baskets filled with a hearty, brown bread are brought to the table shortly thereafter, with a frargrant oil for dipping and seasoning. The Mahatkata briefly bows his head. Then, raising it, he implores all of you to dig in. "We can keep talking, of course, do you have any more questions for me?"
Just as he finishes this sentence, dinner comes out. It's broiled reindeer flanks, seasoned with some sort of fennel-based rub, with a side of greens and what appears to be some form of russet potato. Baskets filled with a hearty, brown bread are brought to the table shortly thereafter, with a frargrant oil for dipping and seasoning. The Mahatkata briefly bows his head. Then, raising it, he implores all of you to dig in. "We can keep talking, of course, do you have any more questions for me?"