*Clink*
Back in Transcendence, the clinking sound of fingernails hitting a plate echoed in the quiet restaurant.
Garm frowned as he looked down at his plate, which was now empty. To him, one filet mignon steak was not enough. It was not even qualified to be called an appetizer. To satisfy his stomach, he would need at least nine more steaks. Even then, he would still not be full.
With a sigh, Garm turned his attention away from his saliva-soaked plate to the half-filled ramekin. He carefully grabbed it as if it were the most precious thing in existence, brought it to his lips, and downed the entire content within. The rich, savory pan sauce slid down his tongue, leaving a wonderful aftertaste. However, it was still not enough; it only made his hunger even more apparent.
