"Meat please, and some cakes." Amal said, his elbow on the table and his dagger in his hand, waving it around in a circle to gesticulate, as one does. Amal was surpised Charynrae had helped the woman. Even if she was a bit nice for a dark elf, it was charity he would not have done himself. However, when she said it was on the house, he supposed he understood why, now. After the waitress walked away, she glanced back at the strange table before disappearing to the back. 

There was a general murmur around them, a table with a surface elf, a dwarf, a halfling, and three humans erupted into laughter. Amal was glad for the sound covering his words. 

"I hear there is a bounty on bandits a few dozen miles north, at a place called Ironspur." Amal's accent causing his voice to sound both smooth yet clipped. "I say we go there next."

Two hefty northerners, looking for all the world like Luskaners, stumbled past the two new companions. They nearly bumped into the tabletop, and a keen eye could see Amal's hand slip into one of their pockets. Three shiny silver coins were between his four fingers, and he flashed a grin to Charynrae. For the normal eye, it would seem as if he plucked the coins out of nowhere. "I will cover the inn expenses tonight. I decided I would like to sleep in a bed for once. Maybe a bath too." 

Amal saw the woman coming back with the drinks, the food likely still cooking. He gave his jackal-like grin again. "But first, let's fill our bellies."