The lights in the banquet hall were dim, with several flags bordered in gold hanging on the walls, attempting to create a sense of aristocratic solemnity.
However, the wooden beams on the ceiling were exposed, the carpet on the floor had visibly faded, and though the tables and chairs bore carved decorations, they couldn't hide the rough craftsmanship.
The main course was a whole roasted wild boar from the wasteland, with a few plates of simple vegetables and common game as garnish placed beside it.
Evidently, the owner of this banquet hall had done their best to convey a sense of aristocratic luxury, but in the resource-strapped Northern Territory, it was still somewhat lacking.
Zachary Diaz was seated at the main seat in the center of the banquet hall, swirling a glass of wine imported from the South in his hand.
Six or seven Pioneer Nobles surrounded him, their faces full of flattering smiles.
"Lord Diaz, this gathering is truly meaningful!"
