[A savory smell begins to eminate from the saucepan and Lucius pops to his feet and goes to tend to the cooking line. Stirring the mixture of oils and spices with a stubby wooden ladel, he tends to the poultry on the side with a smile on his face.]

So if this place is from your home, I suppose that makes me wonder how you've adapted in finding a home here yourself. I've only been here a couple of months, but lodgings and any semblance of stability have been entirely elusive. You seem a sturdy sort, though, and you're familiar with a world of relatively the same means as my own so I'm curious how you've landed on your feet.