Lynn made up his mind and hurried out to post a notice.
He needed to gather the housewives and turn all that meat and grain into portable food before Hill remembered the sausages.
For Toril locals setting out on a long journey, the best option was to have mages who specialized in wondrous items make Nourishment Pearls. After all, one large bag could provide enough to live on for a year.
But after spending time with the Terrasil Elves, Lynn understood that food meant for them had to meet Hill's standards. They cared less about price than taste.
Aglaia City stood by the sea, and since Goddess Aglaia had purified the waters, people could catch fish along the coast again.
Hill was generous about that. He didn't believe people should pay him a tax to fish off the shores of his territory, so those with little money often made a haphazard fish stew.
Lynn had seen more than one group of Terrasil Elves bet on that stew. Whoever could eat it without throwing up won all the stakes.
More often than not, everyone lost and ended up huddled together, vomiting.
Lynn thought the stuff tasted awful too, but he would never have suffered that much. And when the Terrasil Elves had sampled crumb cake, a staple for ordinary people on the Northern Continent, they had thrown it straight into the sea for the fish.
Food must have been plentiful in the Terrasil Elves' homeland.
That was why, despite Aglaia City's size, only three restaurants had managed to establish themselves. Two were run by Elves, and the third by humans who had moved from Baldur's Gate.
Each had several famous specialties. The ingredients were expensive, so prices were high, and few locals could afford them.
But the steady stream of Terrasil