I watched the arrival of my mother's favorite dish with nothing but disdain- and grief.
This bastard... there is no length he wouldn't go to to defile my most cherished memories. How I wished he would swallow a piece of steak and choke on it.
Even if a guard cut me down for it, I'd do nothing but laugh if that happened.
But fantasies like that would never happen in this hellscape. I'd just have to grit my teeth and forge my own path out.
For now, though, it would be best to act a little hospitable. Unless I wanted to see that roach again.
3 servants had brought the dish in as if it was the most extravagant meal they had ever served. Multiple plates were covered with ornate domes, even though the Ghash wasn't something that needed to retain heat.
