Snarl smiled, nodding at the curtsy. "You honor me with the title, miss Tira, but I've not the oarentage or the holdings to be called a sir. Be that as it may..."
Snarl knelt down, bringing the rucksack over his shoulder to the ground and opening it. He produced some small cast-iron cooking equipment and a variety of tins and leather bags of different sizes. "My speciality is oastas, but I regret to say I've not brought any with me. What I have brought, however....should be enough for two to have a comfortable enough breakfast."
He nodded once, looking up to her with a satisfied grin upon his face. "Mmh! I'd been looking for a place to set a fire. That I have such company to join me is a gift from the Twelve!"
Snarl knelt down, bringing the rucksack over his shoulder to the ground and opening it. He produced some small cast-iron cooking equipment and a variety of tins and leather bags of different sizes. "My speciality is oastas, but I regret to say I've not brought any with me. What I have brought, however....should be enough for two to have a comfortable enough breakfast."
He nodded once, looking up to her with a satisfied grin upon his face. "Mmh! I'd been looking for a place to set a fire. That I have such company to join me is a gift from the Twelve!"
