The sun was just beginning to crest over the rooftops of Elandra when the aroma of sizzling meat and frying potatoes began to drift into the cobbled streets of the western plaza. It mingled with the morning air like a siren call, tugging at the noses—and stomachs—of passersby.
The building wasn't grand. Inigo hadn't wanted it to be. It was compact and charming, made of red stone and wood beams, with a slanted shingle roof and wide windows. Above the entrance, a wooden sign hung proudly with the painted words: Mcronald's — Burgers and Fries.
Inside, the layout was tight but functional. A wooden counter with a brass bell stood in front of a modest kitchen visible through an open service window. Eight small tables lined the dining area, each made of sturdy local oak. A painted chalkboard on the wall listed the menu:
Burger + Fries Combo – 5 coppers
Double Burger Meal – 7 coppers
Adventurer's Feast (2x burgers, large fries) – 10 coppers
