Huntside Imports Delicatessen
Isaac asks for a Number Six, and Yorick retreats further behind the counter to go place the orders. There's the sound of sizzling meat, and a rather pleasant smell.
Isaac nods to the speech, mostly understanding it.
"Yeah, I think that makes sense. A shame though. From what I understand building permits are already a bit frustrating to deal with." he says.
After a minute or so Yorick comes back with Isaac's sandwich and the dwarf's plate of ribs that he definitely ordered on purpose. They look normal, if a bit oversized....