Kat PoV
Like I had with the old man and his daughter back in that hamlet, I gave my food and drink a quick sniff, making sure it wasn't laced with anything that could put me in a terrible situation.
All I could smell on it was the mouthwateringly perfect scent of seared steak covered in a lime drizzle and seasoned with a mixture of herbs, while the tankard of ale was sweet and smooth.
And just like back at the hamlet, I kept an eye on the servers and patrons of this restaurant, making sure none of them were waiting in anticipation for me to begin eating my meal.
After a few moments of looking around and preliminary testing of my meal, I dug into the steak ravenously, the lack of real, cooked foods putting me in a sort of frenzy as I scarfed it down - albeit with manners.
The meat was perfectly cooked - left with a tad of pink in the center - while the vegetable salad was drizzled with a light dressing of lemon-lime juice.
And the mead...
