"My Lord, the meat of the Triple-Foot Chimera is a delicacy. Please try it." A cook said in excitement, setting up the dish on a table before Horan.
Horan didn't show any change in expression, ripping apart a piece of the meat that he munched upon, giving a subtle nod.
Upon seeing that, the cook sighed in relief internally, bowing as he awaited at one corner of the room.
As Horan continued to eat the food, he heard some murmurs from outside, gazing at the cook as he asked, "What's happening?"
"Let me check, my Lord." The cook bowed before exiting the carriage in a hurry, inquiring the guards as he returned to report, "My Lord, it seems some travellers have arrived. They are requesting us to spare them some food."
"How many of them are there?" Horan asked.
"Two people, my Lord." The cook said, sporting disbelief at what he had just witnessed, 'How is it possible for just two people to travel through such a dangerous region?'
