"In Kiranes these are scona, so similar," Numira replied as she bit into the biscuit again, she wasn't going to argue with how strange it seemed that the dietary needs of this race reflected her own, the parallel of there being food similar to her own world was also interesting, though last nights meal didn't look quite the same, she certainly felt like some of the flavors were recognizable. Numira kept an eye on him as he explained about Austaros and Draskone, though she took on a slightly sympathetic look as he mentioned that he was from there. Were the dark things that were happening the reason why he left? At least he had a good reason to leave home..

She was curious when he looked towards the other people in the room and, for a moment, looked back towards them too, but then towards him as he incited her chosen name. For a brief second there was confusion on her face, but then she reached up to grab her hood, only to realize it wasn't there. She patted at her head, her face getting red with embarrassment before she put what remained of the biscuit back on the plate to quickly wrap her hair around her shoulders and pull her hood up again, clinging to the edges of it tightly for a moment. Her lips were down-turned and her face still rather red but eventually she reached for her biscuit again,
"Not used to hiding appearance.. I forgot.."

She bit into her biscuit again, looking at the map. It was strange but she got an eerie feeling staring at it, as if there were more to this place. Sure she expected there would be wars like in the history of her own people, but something about a world full of magic, the possibilities that presented. What could a truly clever man do with this kind of power? And what if they were more a monster than man? It sent a slight shiver up her spine,
"What more is there to the kingdom Austaros?"