Night fell, and Louis, Sif, and a few knights sat in the dining room having dinner.
Several dim oil lamps were lit, casting light on the simple meal on the wooden long table.
Smoked fish with a faint wood scent, steaming wheat porridge, with coarse wheat bread and some pickled sauerkraut on the side.
The entire dining room lacked any lavish decorations, with wooden tables and chairs, slightly yellowed oil lamps, and even a few cracks visible on the wooden walls.
Sif looked at all this, a bit surprised in her heart.
This was entirely different from the noble life she had imagined.
In her perception, the noble's dining table should be covered with gold-bordered tablecloths, plates piled with exquisite dishes, shining silverware, and glasses filled with sweet wine.
But the reality was, even though Louis' dinner was slightly better than that of ordinary lords, it was far from luxurious.
Louis noticed her subtle change in expression: "Not to your taste?"
