"Quill? D'ya need t'write somethin' down? I think I have some parchment an' ink in my bag." He nearly stops to check, but James keeps a firm grip on his hand and doesn't seem to concerned with stopping, so Davin leaves it be. "I've never met them or anythin'. I'm just a commoner, so I wouldn't have any reason t'be near them. Only reason I met you was 'cause I snuck into that party. But I would assume that they're at the palace."

Davin's stomach rumbles again and he huffs, doing his best to ignore it. "Can we maybe nick a bit of bread or something once we get there? I don't want t'be a bother, but I'm sure there's food t'spare at a palace, aye? I don't need much."

He's embarrassed to have to ask, but he really is hungry and all this excitement is making him sort of woozy.