Dining (1)

Torghan ate like a man who had spent his entire life preparing for this one meal. His hands were a blur as he grabbed whatever was placed in front of him, tearing into meats he had never tasted before—succulent beef that melted in his mouth, rich pork that dripped with juices, and something they called a "pork pie," which, to his delight, was exactly what it sounded like: a pie, filled with meat. H

is tribe had always made do with goat, fish, and whatever game they could hunt or milk, but this? This was indulgence made flesh.

Then, there was… something strange. Small yellow-like piece of something steaming on a plate. He poked at it suspiciously before scooping up a forkful and shoving it into his mouth.

By the spirits....

It was soft, yet firm. Chewy, but not in an unpleasant way.