"Agreed!"
The answer came in unison. After so many days of dry rations, the thought of a hot meal was more tempting than any treasure.
They wandered for a bit before stopping in front of the busiest restaurant on the street. The place was packed, laughter and clinking dishes spilling out the doors.
"Let's go with this one," Marcus said.
Inside, rich aromas of wine and sauce wrapped around them like a warm blanket. A waiter hurried over, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Guests, the private rooms upstairs are all taken. There are only two tables left in the main hall. Is that acceptable?"
No one minded. They were here to eat, not to show off.
The eight of them split naturally into two tables, the four women, including Zora, at one, and Alaric Von Seraph and the other men at the next.
Before long, steaming dishes filled the tables. The glossy sauces and fragrant meats made everyone's eyes light up as forks flew.
