At noon, Marvin awoke from his slumber, dressed, and exited his room to find that Broka had been waiting outside.
"Broka, what's the matter?"
"Priest, lunch has been prepared. I have invited the city's finest chef to cook a delicious fish soup and meat pies, roasted lamb ribs....," Broka said with a respectful tone.
"You know I dislike such extravagance, Broka. We cannot indulge in luxury like the olden day's lords of nobility."
Broka hurriedly explained, "Of course, Priest. Please don't misunderstand. This isn't an extravagant feast. It's merely the daily fare of Pochalla City. Lately, due to the appearance of the Undead Race, animals have fled the forest, and the residents have caught quite a lot of prey...."
The meat supply in the Romanov Kingdom had always been plentiful. The vast lands afforded the kingdom excellent pastures and farms. In the past, serfs did not get to eat much meat; it was because their compensation was low, not because meat was expensive.
