Ishay slowly ate his breakfast, savoring the flavor. The cuisine of Procellia was highly regionalized, and he had a particular weak spot for the simplicity of southern food.
Pausing halfway through the bowl the demon King regarded his somewhat quiet guests
"Well it seems that you know of my ambitions for this meeting but I know not of yours. Tell me please, Sartoria, what is it you wish to gain from this meeting? Be it trade deals or something else?"
He asked the question calmly, as if the topic at hand were no more pressing than if he'd asked how he had slept, or if the weather was to his liking.