As Denir files in with the rest of them, he accepts the food, but makes no effort to eat it. It did make him recall however, that eerie day when power coursed through him after they had found the artifact. He of course had felt the touch of the divine before, but usually only on the battlefield. In any case, ever since then he found he had less and less of an appetite. Of late he didn't find himself hungry. He had had an ale, when? Not too long ago. But he couldn't recall eating or drinking since then. Looking down at the rancid stew, he was quite glad he no longer needed to eat.