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hat evening
“Cursed castle or not... This is good grub,” Blackbeard grumbled through a mouth full of porridge, baked potatoes with bay leaves, and juicy mutton with pickled mushrooms. He chased it all down with a goblet full of semi-sweet, red wine.
“Aye!” Lari nodded, enthusiastically chewing a duck in honey sauce, stuffed with apples.
Tul wasn’t lagging behind the two, stuffing his face with pork and beef at an incredible speed. Not bothering himself with following the etiquette, he held a stake by the bone, spraying fat and juices around. Alice and Mary did their best to behave, cutting their food into manageable pieces, but it was obvious that they would’ve plunged their teeth into the meat had they been given a chance.
Music was playing, guests were laughing and dancing...
