Go'el's eyes lit up instantly as he grabbed a pork chop and began gnawing on it.
With the first bite, the tender pork mixed with spices and honey surged over his palate.
It was delicious! This was far tastier than anything he had ever eaten in the Horde, hundreds of times better than the cold raw meat.
Go'el hungrily devoured the meat, then picked up the meat soup and poured himself a bowl, the hot broth chasing away the chill in his body.
He took a swig from the wine bottle and then spat it out with a "wa" sound, unable to get used to the taste of human alcohol. He immediately redirected his attention to the food.
Go'el ate voraciously, completely oblivious to his surroundings, not noticing an old man walking out of the kitchen, now looking at him with a mixture of surprise and interest.
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Bang bang bang! Chubby knocked on the door to the VIP room, "Your Majesty Varian, we have arrived at the Royal Port of Lordaeron."
