Staring at her gracefully swaying back, Iron Rakshasa suddenly felt a fire burn within him. He grabbed a nearby serving girl and, ignoring her struggles and cries, turned and headed for his chambers.
Meanwhile, in the largest restaurant in town, Annabelle was having the worst meal of her life.
Although the ingredients were fresh, the cook's skills were unfortunately lacking, rendering the entire spread of dishes an unpalatable mess.
This was to be expected. After all, what kind of decent person would come to a hellhole like this?
Only those with nowhere else to go would flee here for refuge, so it was only normal for the food to be terrible.
After all, the people here were either fugitives or pirates. For this crowd, as long as there was alcohol, the taste of the food wasn't particularly important.
