At the apology, he just gives a shake of his head. Everyone found words that suited them best- some full of power, some smooth and elegant, others crude and sharp. Rarely could one call words wrong. "Speak as you wish. It takes much to offend me. Still, it would be best to stay on topic, I agree with this."

Speaking of... The table starts to come into view. It's not the kind of feast they had yesterday, which had more delicacies than he could name, but they still have their fair share of food left over on the massive table. Of particular interest, however, is the enormous ribs that are there, large enough to nearly be the size of Maledysaunte's lower life.

"They were not creatures of this land but of mine," he explains, "but the Bastion has ways of providing."