[ His teeth sink into a duck wing when the strange man speaks up behind him. His face twists at the sharp cigar smoke that tinges his nose while chewing but he's barbaric, hungry enough, to ignore it. Standing all the while, Dark Schneider eats food the way a lion does, scarfing quickly with only a couple chews per bite. ]

I don't know, old man. Did you even go?

[ Whoever he is, he's making a little jab at vampires while he no joke kind of looks like one. The old man would fit right in at Di-Amon's castle. Dark does not say this aloud, though, he just observes it while chewing. ]

I ate maybe 50, 60 soulvaki skewers. The taste probably had to do with the seasoning or however they got cooked, but Yima should really consider nabbing their recipe. And getting bigger glasses for the wine.