Moriganne entered a parlor-like room, it was cold, nothing was warm in the land of Orthias. However, Sanya adjusted the temperature in the room to make it warmer for Moriganne. The Orthias came in and brought food for Moriganne as Sanya had said earlier.
The sizzling cooked meat on the hot plate, the smell of spices and herbs filled Moriganne's nostrils. She heard her stomach growl and her face turned red in an instant.
"You'll be surprised by the taste, even us Orthias enjoy food to please our tongues and stomachs. The recipes that we had been using for thousands of years, learned from the previous civilizations," Sanya said as she sat down on the stone chair with the leather and thick fur that made it comfy.
