He nods, setting the heavy pot onto the gridwork of the grill. Sounds like a plan.

"Uh...see if anyone has some meat to spare." Since the Draconae insist that their guests hunt for their own fucking meals. Luckily, the more capable Summoned have gotten a good stockpile of meat to share, since it's not like anyone can eat an entire bison by themselves. He scratches at the back of his head. "I guess you can pick whatever spices look good to you. Oh, and I think we need oil too."

Before he sends Wylan off, he remembers to offer, "I'm Wilhelm, by the way."