One hour later...
The noon sun beamed down onto the Vastocean Courtyard, casting a warm, golden hue over the polished wooden tables and the pristine, rustic decor.
With a hundred eager customers already spilling through the gates and around fifty more customers waiting in the waiting area outside the gate., the third day of the Garden Ford Tavern was in full swing.
Inside the bustling kitchen, Dylan moved with supernatural fluidity his hands dropping fresh handmade pasta into boiling cauldrons while tossing wood-fired skewered meats over roaring flames.
He momentarily looked at the Vastocean, briming with people, excited for his cooking. Seeing at full capacity, he smiled, 'There's still more customers lined up today compared to yesterday! That's great that means the hype and intrigue is spreading across the town.'
