The dinner goes off flawlessly. Hundreds of gallons of stew, matched with fresh baked Naan bread go out. They too only knew hard biscuits, suitable for travel. Unfortunate souls.
Dozens of side dishes are prepared and served, then we get to the crowning moment. Dessert. Neither cinnamon nor nutmeg are available in the region, but I found suitable tasting substitutes back at the Shadowed Blade.
In the medicine hall, not the kitchens.
Sweet spiced pumpkin pie with vanilla whipped cream from a magical cow. The Arcana residents would love this, I hope they have found cow beasts by now. If not I'll have to go portal hunting until I do and bring some back.
Everyone has eaten themselves silly, or gotten insensible on drink when I notice incense bearers going around. "To aid digestion" Elder Han assures me. Apparently they do this at every meal, as part of their rituals, which gives me a great idea.
