You've not eaten this well since you left the Great Steppe, and you can't remember feeling quite such a sense of comfort and contentment in food even then. Kendra lavishes upon you an assortment of mutton, fish, and vegetables, and presents you with a light, dry, and flavorsome wine to wash it down with.
"I'm curious," says Kral, plucking a piece of mutton from between his teeth and settling back in his chair. "You really do have a lot of space here. I've seen buildings unoccupied and boarded up. Your own house is large enough for all of us, yet there is only you to live in it. Why is that?"
Kendra has been talking with you amicably throughout your meal, but now, for the first time, she seems to falter. A glazed expression comes across her face, as if her mind is temporarily elsewhere.
"I find it impossible to believe," you say, sipping your wine, "that those people in Kriegswater haven't heard of this place. Could they not come here? You have the room, after all."
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