Oh Traveler! I call out to you while sitting on two benches, my gigantic ass spread across a seat meant for four, rubbing my belly and smirking at you. It seems that those chicken-mushroom skewers and fruity skewers weren't enough to satisfy my appetite. My belly rumbles in agreement. See? It's such hard work serving as a Knight of Favonius, it really works up the appetite. Maybe you'd fancy joining me at the tavern for a bit, I always enjoy downing a Death After Noon. It's my favorite wine after all. It fills me with a sense of pride to see you flustered by how fat I've become.