The two arrived at a restaurant.
It was a well-known old establishment in Wenne Port. The sea breeze had faded its wooden sign somewhat, and the wind chimes hanging at the entrance jingled as they pushed the door open.
The interior was not spacious, but it was spotlessly clean. Several oak tables had been polished until they gleamed, and the air was filled with the tempting mingled aromas of toasted bread, stewed meat, and spices.
Their table was already covered with food.
Golden, crispy fried fish fillets were piled into a small mountain, drizzled with thick meat sauce.
A large bowl of seafood stew was still bubbling and steaming, with shrimp, crabs, and shellfish bobbing in the milky-white broth.
Freshly baked rye bread had been cut into thick slices, with butter slowly melting on top. There were also several mugs of wheat beer that Wenne Port imported from the Central Continent, the amber liquid sloshing in coarse pottery mugs.
Radeus and Randolph ate with gusto, their cheeks stuffed full.
"This place really is the best! So good!"
Radeus wolfed down the food. He had gone three days without eating or drinking, and although he had endured it thanks to Mahoraga, the feeling of his stomach being completely empty, with even his stomach acid digesting him, had been unpleasant.
Now, as the food filled his belly, every bite was like rain after a long drought, and happiness spread from his head all the way to his toes.
"Absolutely! The food here is so good. I need to learn how to make it!"
Randolph was not to be outdone. The usually melancholy, handsome young man had completely shed his aloof exterior. His mouth was stuffed with stewed meat, his cheeks bulging like a hamster hoarding food.
He mumbled his praise, never once