Thinking extensively on an empty stomach rarely did Victor any good, and for better or worse, he was offering Alucard the kind of solution he could. Feed the body, feed the mind. Victor gives him one of the sticks of grilled fish, indicating after to the lines of sauce on either side of the grilled fish. Help yourself.

"In passing? A fair amount. There's a woman who makes these absolutely delicious crepes with savoury and sweet fillings over toward the North end. Told me all about how her daughter-in-law who does maintenance on the air-ships is having her second child early in the spring."

Makka leans against his leg, giving her best pleading expression up at the food he has in hand. Victor gives her a look, and she huffs a soft woo up at him, expressing her particular designs with minimal theatrics for now.

"Word going around seems to vary complaints between the usual. Money for merchants, unsafe roads for merchants and travelers, a lack of guides for predicting weather or handling the more unkind turns nature takes." He glances up toward the sky, squinting against the light. "Krimnos is as cut off from the rest of the world as they are from Krimnos while the airships are out of commission. In spite of the risks, people are looking for people who might chance the traveling, from here or the City of Free Peoples."

He smiles, but it's a thin expression. "At all similar to what you've been exploring?"