The roasted beast meat prepared by the Hobbit Halfling was indeed delicious. The usually restrained and composed Elder Andulan couldn't help but devour it voraciously.
A few militia leaders in Fenderch also came in enthusiastically with their new equipment and were taken aback by Elder Andulan's eating behavior.
The Overlord watched these monks with a sigh. They didn't seem like they were going to war but rather resembled a group of starved refugees who had just returned home.
"What kind of meat is this? It's delicious!" The elder gnawed on a huge, golden roasted leg in his hand, crunching its crispy skin.
"Deer meat." The plump Halfling chef, with an oily sleeve and a cigar clamped on his ear, used a spatula to flip a red and white marbled, fat steak like a beautiful piece of marble in the frying pan, blew a flippant whistle.
