The Expected Journey Ends [IC]

[Ilerien]

The bed was soft, the blanket was warm and the sheets were as white as snow. Darren missed the luxury of a noble's residence a lot. He briefly fought the temptation to stay in bed for a couple more hours and, naturally, emerged victorious. Breakfast sounded like an excellent idea.

After changing into his formal attire (thankfully, the protocol didn't require him to wear armor for the breakfast!), the young knight makes his way into the dining room, his olfactory sense immediately overloaded by a variety of smells, all of them quite promising.

Two of his associates are already at it, and Darren joins them at the table, greeting them politely.

Darren asks the servant, a dark blonde man roughly his own age who has come to inquire about his specific preferences to bring some venison, cottage cheese and garlic bread. The Duke's kitchen has never disappointed, and this time is no exception. He thanks the attendant earnestly. Also, it never hurts to be nice to the servants.