Submitting the Quest

James proceeded to eat with Arthur.

"Come on, let's eat. I want you to try the food here."

Before Arthur could refuse, James grabbed his wrist and dragged him along like an overeager puppy.

Arthur didn't resist.

Inside the mess hall, soldiers and recruits filled the space. The smell of grilled meat and seasoned rice lingered in the air. 

Still, he ate without enthusiasm.

James, on the other hand, ate like a starving beast, devouring his meal between bursts of conversation.

"So," James said through a mouthful of food, "what do you think?"

Arthur swallowed, setting his fork down. "It's food."

James chuckled. "You're a tough one to impress, huh?"

Arthur didn't respond.

After they finished eating, James stretched and stood up. "Alright, let's continue the tour."

Arthur mentally sighed. More brainwashing.