Tabletops layered with trays of the most delicious food and drinks lined the walls, delicacies capable of making one's mouth water. A whole roast deer with sprigs of rosemary threaded through its antlers and stuffed with mashed potatoes and rye bread, marinated wild chicken, grilled fish with lemon, smoked meat, and a blueberry glazed ham, mounds of fragrant wild rice grown by the proud dwarven farmers.
Aside from the mouth-watering meats, there were potatoes and diced pumpkin smeared with butter and spices baked on hot stones, countless cheeses which apparently Ken had bought from his trip to capital that went with baskets of crackers and bread rolls shaped like seashells, and all sorts of varieties of salads and side dishes. A tureen or two on each table contained either hot soup or a hearty stew made by Amaryll.
While serving the food to everyone, Amaryll was showing her new clothes to her friends.
