Stahl was a glutton, through and through. Just the smell of food was enough to let his mouth water, make stomach rumble and demand to be filled, it did not matter if his last meal was brief minutes ago. Some of his comrades liked to jest that if Stahl could, he should just eat all of their enemies - the black hole in his stomach would make it perfectly possible. Magic might have made that possible, but the cavalier figured Risen wouldn't taste well, alas he never tried.
His stomach growled yet again as soon as he spotted some nice looking food - what was it called again? hot dog? Yeah, that was it, what a curious name it was. Stahl's eyes were glued to the goods, finally noticing the hand that was holding onto it.
"Hey, do you still eat that?"
