Seeing that Melita had already begun to test the tastiness of the day's offerings, Hadama was hopeful that the feast would be up to their usual standards. He listened patiently to the list, and while the early options may have seemed plan to a landwalker they were still interesting to a seadweller. His smile was slow but warm as he considered the options and came to his decision.
"Boar, please," he rumbled. "And a honeyed potato. And one of each kind of sweet." The last was added with a hint of challenge in his eyes and quiet laughter beneath his words.
But then their host arrived, and Hadama grew silent and respectful again in the presence of a deity. Ghilio was an impressive sight for all his brusqueness, and Hadama drank deeply from the cup he found near at hand.
"Boar, please," he rumbled. "And a honeyed potato. And one of each kind of sweet." The last was added with a hint of challenge in his eyes and quiet laughter beneath his words.
But then their host arrived, and Hadama grew silent and respectful again in the presence of a deity. Ghilio was an impressive sight for all his brusqueness, and Hadama drank deeply from the cup he found near at hand.
