To Tyr's eye, the palace decorator must be someone with no taste at all. Poorly carved and dreadfully painted statutes of all the past king's line the hallways. The effort they spent on creating this god awful regal atmosphere. Should have been spent on expanding what will become the trade city between the east and the west. The dragon's tooth mountain is thinnest here and the ruin will lead them all kinds of people here. The kitchen is at least practical, made to service a thousand people at a time. They have everything they need with them expect proper ingredients.
The head cook is heaving his hands violently, beating a dough into submission. "Ah, you're back. Make yourself and take these plates to the High Sword Ary quarters.
