Seeing Rufut and Jaiym, who were dressed in linen-like fabric walk over, the cook quickly realised that they probably weren't from his planet, but he still smiled and said to them in a welcoming gesture after feeling the imperial aura emanating from the body of Rufut that made him feel like worshipping him. "Welcome to my humble #$jd$, travelers from beyond our 3*$&dj#. Please, what can I *&$#@ you?"
Hearing the cook's welcoming words, everyone eating in the tavern quickly turned to look at the pair of brothers, in interest, before slowly looking away, and continuing on with their meals. It seemed they were already used to seeing such foreigners in their land.
"Anything will do. Thanks." Jaiym replied slowly, hoping the cook understood his words clearly. Although it was hard to decipher the cook's speech, due to his Svalian dialect being slightly different from the one Jaiym grew up speaking, he could still piece together what he was trying to say.
Rufut on the other hand didn't seem to have too much of an issue listening to the man's words. He and Jaiym quickly sat down.
Before they could start asking the cook questions, the cook nodded at Jaiym's words, and said to them. "It's been a while since I met someone from #&^492. Every time one of you guys show up, you leave 2+*&%^ as quickly as you came. It appears to me that you guys don't like our choice in food. So, I wonder what brought you 2$^-(* here to our 3*$&dj# today?"
"What brought us to your planet today? Well, we're honestly kind of lost. So we'll probably only stay for a while before leaving for elsewhere." Jaiym replied slowly. He was slowly starting to get used to the way the locals spoke, although some words were still hard to decipher.
"What do you mean our type of people leave here as quickly as we come? Is there something we should be aware of?" Rufut, who was half listening, half looking around at the people eating around him asked. As his deep voice was heard, many around the tavern couldn't help but listen to him carefully as if they were listening to the command of their ruler. Even the cook, stopped what he was doing to listen to his words carefully, until Rufut finished speaking, before continuing his work.
After hearing Rufut's question, he answered carefully as if he was speaking to an emperor. "Sire, your humble cook here is called N#b@a. What I was inferring earlier, was that due to our Hilcrah #&^$**'s rule that forbids its citizens to kill anyone and consume their flesh, but must eat the human meat provided by the #&^$**'s army. We citizens always cook with meat given to us by the #&^$** itself.