Harald grins at the mentioning of free food and grabs a chair. "Forgive me, Tuv, but although your cooking-skills are unmatched, a man can't live sorely on bread and fish", he mutters to himself as his teeth sinks into a piece of tender pork.

After a while, he wipes the grease off his beard, leans back and enjoys the constant hum of voices and delightful scents in the room.