The family of three sat at the long dining table, eating smoked meat and bread and drinking unpasteurized milk. Afraid it would give him diarrhea, Stark only brought the milk to his lips and took two small licks.
Sansa Stark felt that her parents were acting a little strangely today. After finishing their meal, they excused themselves and returned to their room.
Stark and Pepper soon got up and went back to their room as well. The ingredients and cooking methods here were simply too crude. In his heavy mood, even though Stark forced himself to eat, he still did not consume much.
The servants had already piled the fireplace in their room full of firewood. The two studied each other's clothes, making sure that even without servants to help them tomorrow, they could put them on properly from start to finish. Only then did they lie down on the bed.
From time to time, they exchanged a few quiet words.
"The ballistae can definitely be improved. The catapults are crude, and I can redesign them. The city's groundwater circulation is terrible and needs to be replanned. But it's too cold here, so I don't know how many commoners would join the work. The currency system here is a mess too..."
In just one day, Stark had slipped into the mindset of a feudal lord. All he thought about was urban development, recruiting new soldiers, and drilling a new army.
Pepper was not in nearly as good a state of mind. She nudged Stark with her elbow. "Don't you want to go back?"
"Of course I do, but first we need to ensure we can survive here. I have a very bad feeling about this."
Stark pulled Pepper into his arms and said softly, "The two of us disappearing together