The busy kitchen paused when Armand household maids brought in trays of seasoned raw monster meat. The slabs were thick, marbled with delicate veins of fat that shimmered under the magical glow of the stove lights.
A sous-chef noticed the beautiful meat slabs, wiped his hands on his apron, and stepped closer. "Where did this meat come from?"
The maid who brought the meat smiled, glancing at the slabs with a hint of pride. "It's from young master Javier."
"Oh." The sous-chef nodded, his eyes lingering on the marbling.
The Head Chef calmly walked over, his gaze sweeping across the trays. He picked up one of the slabs, turning it over in his hands. His eyes widened slightly before he nodded. "This is high quality Orc General meat. And that one," he gestured to another tray, "that's King Boar. I wonder where our young master got this from. This slab alone is worth quite a fortune."
Then his eyes fixed on one glowing, marbled piece. He muttered in awe, "Dr... Drakespine..."
