"The establishment known as Ashen Boar Tavern has developed a unique culinary technique involving Wyrmleaf, a highly toxic, regionally common herb known for its numbing properties and subtle mana stimulation.
"What they've done, however, transcends normal food preparation. The dish served to me was not only fully purified of its toxins but preserved its ethereal warmth, taste, and… emotional resonance.
"I am submitting a recommendation to award the tavern with the Royal Crest of Culinary Distinction."
There were murmurs.
A duke scoffed. "A rundown tavern… with miracle cuisine? Surely not."
The inspector stared him down. "Then send your palace chefs to replicate it. I welcome their failure."
She dared to talk back like this to a duke because she herself was a duke who really loves food .
A day after the report's submission, word had spread like wildfire through the merchant and culinary circuits.
"Wyrmleaf? That poisonous weed?"
" Gasp! Five thousand XP a plate?"
