Eating lunch is for suckers. Korva has a mission. A political mission. Sort of. Importantly, it is taking an action for the sake of the country, which no one else told her to take. She heads over to the dwarf she expects is a cleric of Torag, before she can lose her target again.

"Excuse me. Delegate Brighthelm. I'm sorry if this is very rude, but you wouldn't happen to know anything about mining, would you?"