Kostvel took the food the mercenary offered with a smile “Not really the feast you quite promised us for a fight isn't it?” he said jovially, before slipping the naked falchion blade into his belt and downing half the bottle of berry wine in a quick swig. He took a welcome bite out of the chunk of cheese, not really caring what kind of cheese it was or where it was from. He never really was interested in the details of most food, as long as it tasted good. Maika approached, and he knew what she wanted before she even asked, but ti didn't bother him to split what he had. As far as he was concerned she was a better party member than the other two newcomers, and he would rather she have enough strength to contribute to the group and keep herself alive. That said, he didn't find the mercenary fellow too bad, but the mask thing creeper him out. It was as if he was one of those executioners from his homeland who constantly wore a mask on all their travels, although this was almost instantly discarded as he didn't bear the ceremonial beheading sword used by such.
Unwrapping the roasted duck, he tore it in half, and handed the rest of the cheese, and wine over along with half the duck over to Maika. “Don't worry about it.” he said in response to her. Quietly Kostvel listened to the talk between Glith and the newest of the group, Charon. Kostvel had the deepest mistrust of Charon, as his abilities were the most unsettling of the ones he had come across. Kostvel had no real problem with magic, both dark and light, but the ability to mess with someones head and mind was another matter entirely. He wished he still had his helm, although he doubted that would do all that much. He found the Charon's comment that his powers were for 'protection only' even more suspicious. He had heard time and time again, those with power who only wished to exercise it 'for good' or 'for people/their own protection' before doing the exact opposite.
Brooding on such, Kostvel was a little slow on the uptake as the man handed him back his hardtack biscuit back, and he kept silent. He doesn't even speak like normal people. He doesn't 'require sustenance at this time'? What kind of language is that? He could have just said “I'm not hungry” Kostvel thought as he tucked away the biscuit back in it's pouch.
“Well, we might as well leave now, it's not like we've had much luck doing anything else in this area, so I don't really feel like settling here for any amount of time.” Kostvel said in reply to Glith. As it stood, he was sure things would be winding down and most of the demon patrols would have stopped hunting stragglers and returned to wherever they came from or the destroyed city.