Arya looked up at Rashad as she finished the contents of the bowl.
"I like soup. It's warm and it fills your belly" She said with a shrug.
Arya looked over at the barman to see what he was doing and by the look of it he was roasting mutton and dog meat. Arya then turned back to Rashad and smirked slightly.
"There's always dog or cow.... But you may be waiting a while" She said slightly as the meat was only beginning to brown.
The other Nord's had gone by the look of it. More than likely they were mere travellers or adventurers. Arya had contemplated long ago ditching the Dark Brotherhood and having her own adventure. But killing was what she was good at. One of the few things she was good at so the idea became more of a silly idea than a dream. Often she'd dream of exploring caves, climbing mountains and daringly raiding a foresworn's camp but the Darkbrother hood was her home. It gave her a sense of belonging and coin in her pocket so she couldn't complain.