Shivers greeted the one who greeted him before looking around to see who was cooking what.
It seems there is a frying pan - three in total across the stoveplates - in which a slab of meat covered in spices is being handled. It smells delicious but is filled with an emotional charge as well and in several varieties as well, while the cook is slowly turning it easy to eat in nibbles that nymphs can bite, chew and nibble down at their pace while learning about digestions along with emotional eating.
Sol nods before checking the bag attached to his flank, checking how many bits he had. He wanted to get a good map at least, but a detailed one would be perfect.
The bag has a good amount of bits in it viible once the flap is up, an affirming jingle when it is in motion which adds to its weight and a certain sturdiness to its contents: Sol counts that as three good signs. He feels that the bits could be used well on that best map available, and feels certain somewhere in his intuition that it would be a very good investment, a far greater in value than the other alternatives. Better yet, he might try to ask for an even more detailed one at that info point to see if specialized maps are for sale. Maybe they will offer interesting sites he may wish to visit?
To her beloved one, she says: 'If you could, please help me monitor his magic, so he doesn't accidentally mess up the letter by creating magic interferences.'
The unicorn focuses long and hard on his magic, his telekinesis, the scroll and gazes at the letter. Chroma can hear him read it not only out loud under his breath "stealthily" but by the hum of his horn there is more at work than just tactile telekinesis. After a long while spent reading he finally sighs and shakes his head. "It seems alright, my lady; I feel this comes across a little bragging~"
The necromancer scoffs in the shadows, audible to Chroma.
'He first attempted to search the scroll for mind tricks and now attempts to re-word it because his opinion differs from yours.'