[Bears Armed]

Standing by the bar, Jharge Charrwin sipped from his glass of cider and looked around with [he hoped] concealed wariness. Diplomatic experience he might have, indeed, but so far that had been acquired only in missions to other Ursine-majority nations and finding himself now surrounded by nothing but Humans had turned out to be slightly unnerving. He turned his attention to a menu card and saw that, as he'd hoped, 'Trilobite braised on the half-shell', a delicacy that he'd been instructed by some colleagues who were in the Bears' World Assembly mission to try if he got the chance, was available. After placing his order for a portion of this dish -- to be served with a creamy parsley sauce, potato wedges, and minted peas -- he walked across to a vacant table and took a seat there.

:Bear: