Meilyr's first night in Sethia was almost a peaceful one. Almost.
His initial challenge in Mursa had been to survive until the Electus Minor, but Simo's proposal came at an opportune time, granting him much-needed funds to ensure he was well-rested for the selection.
Against his better judgment, he had splurged on a luxurious inn to access private baths, as most of the cheaper ones were communal. His physical appearance was too conspicuous, hence why he couldn't allow himself to be seen unmasked.
It absolutely wasn't because he craved a good soak after weeks spent in the wilderness.
The lingering, gamey flavor of hunted prey was washed away by the opulent meals served to his chambers, contrasting greatly with Hierapetra's valued austerity. Sethia's vast territory came with a wide range of foods and culinary methods that dazzled even his modern taste.
Who knew that stuffed dormouse could be this delicious?!
