A day's march on top of climbing, spellcasting, and a good old panicked sprint at one point. It's been a busy day for both men. Jim's quick to divest himself of his gear until he's dressed down to his simple tunic and trousers taking a seat at the foot of the bed nearest to him.

"Okay what's kwahrmay scrib? I think...is risotto rice? Like a mixed vegetable and grain kind of dish?" Names are always tricky for Jim to remember, especially meals uncommon at either the Caelus table or a Legion's camp. "Gwarr has to be some kind of meat if it's being roasted, right? The only thing I understood was cabbage soup, to be honest."

Finding Stratos' aunt is still very important, of course, but dinner is an Immediate task.