Storspann, Svizra Confederation
Zai
The soup put in front of Zai was unlike anything she expected. Instead of a finely developed clear broth, as was typical of Aviyan soups, what she saw resembled a thick, gloopy mud in off-orange colors. Inside it, she could make out the forms of geometrically cut vegetables and cubes of meat, and she spooned at it experimentally. Did they always make soup look like gravy in the North?
Across the table, Rui dove right into her meal, a full-on trio of dragon ribs that extended for about half a meter across the table, forming a shallow arc over the wide tray they'd given her, the vegetables thoroughly ignored as she chomped into the meat.
Zai was just about to sip when a man she'd never seen before was planted in the chair next to her, followed by a decloaking Xu who was holding a shopping bag in her other arm.
