At the words "venison stew", a low rumble escapes from somewhere. A bit red in the face, the berserker smiles sheepishly to the lovely maiden.
"Thank you for the mead, and a hearty helping of that stew sounds wonderful. I forgot how long it has been since I've had a good meal."
Taking a long draught from his horn, the northman watches the fair beauty as she heads towards the kitchens. Food has not been the only thing he has been without for a long time.