[He follows without much complaint, hands bunched into the pockets of his pants. Were he at home in this situation, he would think of the most expensive meal he could and ask for that; anything to put out the noble lady considering what she was going to do. In this city though, everything is free and if he chose something difficult, her servants would be the ones to suffer. And he's not sure if she'll try to poison him, either. Better make it something he can poke through himself before eating.]
A sandwich.
[He keeps his words short. No need to talk to her, not really.]
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A sandwich.
[He keeps his words short. No need to talk to her, not really.]