Jarvis looks to Malkai his eyes narrowing. "Well, the mountains don't contain infinite amounts of iron. Not only that, vegetables or the foods we have in our mountain homes don't come fro. Within the mountain. They come from outside, from towns or cities. So when trade routes are formed it ends up being with whatever we have and that is stone and iron." He said.
"It's easy to wield a weapon and not know where the materials came from to make it. Dwarven blood was spilled in the delivery of such things. It's was to ridicule another's lifestyle without knowing much about it." He felt the meal was done and then walked away. His appetite went with his mood. He did not care to eat at the moment. "Help yourselves,... I'm not hungry. Figured I would cook for those who. Despite how grateful they are." With that he slumped into his bed roll and let himself drift into slumber.

 Vivian felt a little sympathy for the dwarf. She sighed and wondered why Malkai had to say what he said. She noticed the bowls all standing close by and lifted one up and a spoon to go with it. She didn't even notice them at first. Perhaps they were slightly hidden from view of her. She didn't think to much of it and scooped up some of the stew. 

 She kept quite as well figuring maybe it was a good Tim to not talk. All she did was eat her food and share a bit of it with her familiar.