Carefully, Blais handed the steak down to his lir and nodded in answer to Richard's question. "Aye, she's as wolf as they're coming. But she is a lir - blessed by the gods. Something it seems only my race has. I don't know if you would've been hearing of us, lad," he said as he lifted his utensils. "The Cheysuli."

He inhaled the scent of the food and gave a very approving smile - this would do wonderfully.