Jørmund made sure the horses were taken care of and the wagon stored, and their supplies on it put out of sight. Once that was done he stepped into the inn just as Gorgash announced he was buying food and drink. The cleric smiled and he approached the table.
"Bring a flagon of whiskey if you have it, ale if you don't, to start. Not sure what the rest of my group will drink." He sat down in a chair rather heavily as the fatigue from the travel and poor sleep from the last evening set in.
"Oh, I would like meat, bread, and roasted vegetables to eat." Jørmund paused for a moment before remembering what the others had been trying to work with him on.
"Please."