Krem can't help but notice. He had all but picked his basket clean, having to eat meals with other mercenaries and The Iron Bull all the time, it was usually like that. Only the elves in their group didn't eat like ravenous wolves, but they still usually finished their serving easily enough.

"You feel okay?" He can't help but ask, because he had been sure that a man who bragged about the fish would actually want to eat it. "You haven't really touched the best part."