Easy enough to see you've got the city blood coursin' through your veins. Give it a week or two and we'll cleanse all that ichor right out of yer chest.

[ To emphasize his point, Rowan sucks in a large lungful of air and noisily exhales it. His demeanor shifts to something a bit more serious, his expression thoughtful. ]

Aye, we should have plenty, graced by the gods as we are. So long as nobody minds a bit of work to get it done, we shouldn't have to entertain the thought of empty bellies.