Once bidden Chall smiles softly, his tail beginning a rhythmic swaying back and forth at the prospect of a proper meal. He walks to the table slowly, his stiff shoulder keeping his movements likewise stiff in an effort not to jostle it. The warmth of the room, he surmises, is not just from the rising sun, but from also the cooking of the meal they are about to partake in. His tail curls up curiously as his nose goes to work, sniffing out the various scents already on the table. [i]'Milk, bread, butter'[/i] He wrinkles his nose slightly. [i]'Pepper. My brother would be sneezing up a storm by now. He has a much more sensitive nose than I'[/i] Thoughts of his brother make Chall's ears droop a bit, but with a sigh he settles into one of the seats carefully. The cat moves past his legs and Chall lets his tail curls around her once before she wanders off and the appendage goes back to swaying happily.

Looking up to his host he nods, then looks to the bag the man has made up for him. His tail settles for a moment then the tip begins twitching slightly. [i]'This feels strange. I've never had someone be this accommodating before, save for when they want something in return'[/i] He looks back up as the man exits the room. [i]'However there is little to nothing I can offer the man unless he is looking for me to perform a spell of some sort. However'[/i] He looks around at the humble surroundings. [i]'He does not seem that type. Unless it's something very important, or something he can not do alone, I do not see this man wanting for anything'[/i] Chall may have never been like the tall man, but he has seen a few since leaving his home in the palace. 

Even in the palace, certain servants seem so content with their positions, like the stable master and the head chef, that Chall often would wonder if his wanting more was something keeping him from being happy. However his thought soon would turn, the next time he would hear the derisive laughter or backhanded complement of a particularly outspoken servant who hates his kind. The large pot being plopped on the table snaps him out of his thoughts, his tail poofing out a bit in fright, the hair long his back stiffening as well. However the smell of the simple fare is enough to calm him down quickly. He watches his host serve himself up first, thinking it only polite to let him do so in peace, before Chall carefully scoops up some on to his own platter. 

He eyes the beast on the ground getting bust with both the bone and the dropped scraps of food and shudders slightly. [i]'At least there are not ten of them fighting over it. I can never understand the king when he does fool things like that. It gets so noisy, and the poor things end up biting one another as often as not'[/i] Rolling his eyes he picks up a slice of bread, however he pauses with it in mid air as he watches the man before him eat. [i]'His mouth is huge. . . .It's like watching a slow motion tornado as it sucks up everything at the base of the funnel'[/i] Chall is truly fascinated by the show, but he soon realizes he is being rude and turns his attention to his own meal. Buttering the bread he piles on some mutton and eggs before folding it over and biting into the mass. 

His teeth slice through the mass cleanly and efficiently, leaving little mess on his lips. While a little more delicate a eater, Chall does not lack for speed when it comes to keeping himself fed. [i]'This is some hearty stuff and will help greatly. I need as much energy as I can get, and this will most certainly do'[/i] He looks up to see Wren motioning silently if he wants any more. Checking his plate he takes out one more scoop to add to the pile already there before motioning that he has enough. Again, the man works his way through the food at an astounding rate and Chall has to remind himself not to stare. The man beast has no idea that his speed rivals the human's, having never having thought about it nor watched himself eat. About the same time Wren finishes, Chall cleans the last bit from his platter and sits back in the chair.

Plucking up one more piece of bread, being one of his favorite things to eat, and this kind suiting his palate, he begins munching on it slowly as the man begins talking. He nods silently, looking to his still slightly juicy platter. Using his bead he sops it all up, the flavors mixing together pleasantly on his tongue as he shoves the last bit behind his teeth before they snap shut happily. [i]'It's amazing what a good meal can do for the body. I am still in pain, but the sedated feeling of a full stomach is making my skin hum pleasantly'[/i] A crack from under the table makes him jump, whimpering as the sudden movement causes his shoulder to throb painfully. He growls slightly, looking down at the culprit behind the noise. However the dog just looks up at him for a moment then goes back to enjoying it's prize. “No consideration for my fraying nerves, huh pooch?” His voice is low but the man could most likely hear him even over the sound of him doing dishes.

Pushing himself up carefully, he lets out a sigh, holding the chair to help him keep his balance. [i]'I really hope this isn't going to be too long of a trip. Even with the food, I'm feeling a bit light headed from this fool wound. The pain is now more annoying than anything, but the less time I have to spend in any one location, the better. The last thing I need is for the people in this town to find out I'm here and get curious, or worse, upset'[/i] His ears twitch as once more he hears a large beast outside the door, but her rolls his eyes, not bothering with trying to figure out what a large farm animal is doing so close to the house. Leaning to the side he manages to spot the corner of the house's other humanoid occupant through a little doorway. 

Raising his voice a little, only so he knows the human can hear him Chall calls out, “You said you have some herbs I could use. I don't need much, just some mugan root, some juren nettles, and some slatith if you've got it. Oh, and something to put it in once I've mixed it. I've got the rest of what I need here, but I ran out of powder leathers some time ago.” On the trip, due to Chall's lack of hunting skills, he has indeed needed to mix many supplements to keep his health up, leading to his own personal potion and powders supplies to run a little low far sooner than he'd hoped. His head tilts to the side, making his leaning look more like a hanging than a lean, but he once again recalls that they have as of yet to exchange names.

[i]'Though it is only a short time we are to be together, I believe this man deserves the courtesy'[/i] Once Wren comes back into the room Chall straitens up and coughs lightly. “You must forgive the lateness of this, my display the night prior not my best form one could say, but I would like now to properly introduce myself.” He knows he's being a little over the top for a common man, but his court upbringing is kicking in over his natural urges as the pain once again threatens to make him into an ornery little brat. “I am Chall, son of mother Maruta, apprentice mage in the high court of King Hammon, third of that name.” He bows slightly, biting his lip as the motion pulls at his shoulder and comes back up quickly, hand going to the wound with a pathetic noise finding it's way out of his throat. He flushes at the noise but looks to his host to see if he will to the honor of returning the introduction.