88
A serving girl ushers you into an adjoining room, where smoke from an open charcoal fire spirals up to the roof, filling the air with its pungent aroma. You seat yourselves at a round oak table and the girl brings two plates loaded with broiled ghorka steak and roasted parsnips. Two tankards of ale serve to wash down the feast which Banedon, in a generous mood, pays for with twelve silver Lune.
 |
 |
 |
 |
![[illustration]](small8.png) |
 |
 |
 |
 |
Having satisfied your hunger and revived your strength (you may restore any ENDURANCE points lost on your adventure so far), you bid Banedon goodnight and retire to your room.
