Meanwhile, I spotted Titus skillfully crafting rolls, using a small green stone oven perched over the fire. A frown creased my brow as I sat up, my vision swaying slightly as I took in the scene. Where on earth had they found a stone oven? Even if it wasn't particularly large, it seemed cumbersome enough to transport. It reminded me of those charming stone pizza ovens that are typically set up over an open flame.
My bewilderment deepened as I took in the sight before me: a quaint square table perched atop a luxurious mound of furs, with a delicate blanket draped over its surface. Above it, a charming canopy made of sheer white fabric was elegantly secured to four towering wooden poles, creating a serene oasis that shielded me from the relentless glare of the sun. I couldn't help but wonder, where the heck did all of this come from?
