[ Apparently, his own noble upbringing is very much showing through as still he's bothered by the stench, but he's not going to keep mentioning it if no one else is. He can deal with that later when he's done eating, though eating with dirty hands is definitely not his favorite activity either. He'll just be sure to keep the fork between the food and his own filth in the meantime.

Even more distracting is the clear food theft that is going on next to him, which he's not going to judge, as they all had more or less arrived with nothing, and the city had seemed keen to shower them with as much meat and produce as they could come up with. Survival is always predicated on seized opportunities. ]

Thank you, and it's– [ He hesitates for a moment, unsure whether or not to use his pseudonym. As far as he knows, no one here has ever heard of Valisthea or eikons, so there doesn't seem to be any harm in being a little honest. ] –Joshua. A pleasure, and I do worry that your satchel may break if you try and fit one more turkey leg in there. You may be able to create another makeshift one from the cloth napkins they provided us with.