[ Slaying vegetables? Thancred frowns for a brief moment at that, but then recognition seems to hit as he recalls that they have fought sentient garlic and tomatoes and the like. It's much like Himeka to draw attention to that while mayhap not commenting on the truly fearsome foes she has felled in her time as the Warrior of Light.

Still, she is not the sort to keep things close to the chest, not like Thancred, and so he need not worry too much about revealing things she might prefer to keep secret.

He lets out a long-suffering sigh at the mention of the glowing, though pointing out that it is near to the opposite of how he generally functions may be too much for a first meeting. He would much prefer shadow to light. ] Well, I suppose it isn't entirely inappropriate, as I belong to a group called the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. [ Dawn, glow, get it? ] We are an organization dedicated to protecting our realm from various threats, of which there are many, while also being untethered to any one city-state or nation. [ This is all common enough knowledge back home that he sees no reason to withhold it, and it will also give some context for how he and Himeka met.

At that moment a server arrives with his food and drink and Thancred's quick to dig into it, allowing Geralt some time to let that all sink in. ]