As if in a silent cue, servants brought in salvers of food, roasted meat and sweet smelling spices, cooked herbs, steaming warm bread, stew beef, roasted fowls and jars of wine. I had to admit, this was food fit for lots of people or royalty. Sherlock was right when he told me back in the ship that had we been at their residence, he would have made a feast for us. This was definitely overdoing a feast for five.
“I don’t know how I am supposed to walk to my bed after all this” Gordon chuckled
“We prepared the meal on short notice, had I known much earlier, we would have performed better” Hale Wolfe said. The highborns, I sighed inwardly, they really had it way better than most of the inhabitants of our village. Actually, every lowborn would click at what was being treated as an underperfo
