An Empire Forgotten

The Following Morning at the inn.

The party comes downstairs the following morning from the inn and the smell of breakfast assaults their noses. Steak and eggs greet each party member. A gigantic steak an inch or two thick and half as wide as a man. Several fried eggs sit atop the monsterous steak. Vutha looks tired after his scavenging detail, but smiles (as best he can) as he makes a sweeping gesture of his arm towards the table. “Breakfast is served…”



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