The feast at Mountain Forest Castle was simple, consisting of little more than eating and drinking. Unlike the gatherings of some nobles, there was no music or dancing. With only burly men present, dancing was impossible, so they could only pour their energy into eating, drinking, and boasting.
For the occasion, Ronin had provided one pig, six sheep, over a dozen chickens and ducks, and countless fish.
Thankfully, the militiamen had only received some grain before returning to their own homes. If they had also joined the feast, Ronin would have been eaten into poverty.
Oh, right. Chahar had complained more than once about the castle's alcohol supply. Several barrels of sour beer were already empty, and less than a hundred bottles of the mid-grade beer remained.
The territory was in dire need of a brewer. Otherwise, after a few more groups of guests or a few more banquets, the castle would have to spend money to buy alcohol from outside.
