A room there was decidedly inexpensive, and though the surroundings were rugged and maintained an obvious amount of regulars, she was still surprised at how such a seemingly popular tavern could survive at such meager prices. Lana assumed that the wine and mead must be quite good to sustain them financially, and from a cursory glance she could not see one glowing, rosy-cheeked customer without a pint in hand.
She made her way over to the chosen table slowly, her hips swaying ever so as her eyes glanced here and there at the smiling and sometimes listless clients. She absorbed as much of her surroundings as possible and instantly felt the warmth of comfort. Here, it was rather impossible to stand out in a crowd of commoners who cared to do little more than coexist without question of one another. She enjoyed the charm of the little pub, and happily took her seat across from Magus. Canis' wolfish instincts drove him to sniff out the crumbled bits of forgotten food on the floor.
Lana stared at the menu with widened eyes after it was offered. She knew of the currency here and had some knowledge of the people, but the food available was quite foreign to her. She was accustomed to taking nourishment from the natural cycles of her earth, feeding off of the energies of life and end of life. Eating as a mortal ate was still extremely alien to her, and though her stomach rumbled in response to the succulent scents floating from the kitchen, she felt ill at the prospect of consuming something through the full digestive process and allowing her body to work so hard to gain the nutrients it needed. It was a habit she would have to conform to quickly. The difficulty it posed to her was one of the many reasons she had neglected to eat on the voyage there.
Another problem was presented to her. If she gave any clue to her ignorance of food, and what all of the dishes consisted of, it would not only expose her lie about her supposed childhood, but also raise suspicion that she was not just any passerby. Though she was highly unsure of what most of the dishes were defined as, some words stood out to her. Bread, soup, fish.... A visible chill disturbed her. Fish.... A living thing.... The idea of grey, lifeless flesh becoming a part of her own, absorbing into her system, somehow bringing her energy from loss of energy... Of course, death in her world had renewed her life force just as life had. However, death for her people was never truly death, but a maturing, a second birth of sorts. Here, it was the opposite, a finality.
Lana looked up to her apparently well-known companion. Did he mean to boast about his connections here? Although, it did bring her some solace that wandering with him was not entirely without benefit.
Cleverly, she ventured to feign indecisiveness, "Even so, I wouldn't want to choose the most expensive meal out of ignorance. What do you enjoy here?"
As she met his eyes and let her own fall upon his features, she noted that there was something almost inconstant about him.... It was as if he wore his face, rather than possessed it..... A very disturbing idea to her.
The strangeness of the moment passed, and she took it as nothing more than the meanderings of an overburdened mind. She could not fathom why or how such a notion would even come to the surface of her consciousness. It was strange indeed, and she wished to forget it instantly.
"You'll have to forgive me..." she smiled, the first true smile since their introduction, "It will have to be something... a little fresh. I don't prefer meat myself."