( Mishka had thought the farm had an impressive amount of variety, but the buffet clearly blows all that out of the water. He's piled a good amount onto his plate from the weird and wild, and he's gladly working away at the more unique flavors.

He prods his fork at some red, sautéed mushrooms mixed with white, roasted tentacles on his plate, taking it up for a bite. )

They even have Hell's Reach here. There's a great bounty on these at home— to forge into alchemical oil, granted, but they're quite difficult to find and gather.

( To that extent, it's almost decadent to eat them. A cluster of these, when synthesized, is worth 25 gold; that could keep a man set for several lifetimes. Eating it feels almost perverse.

Such is the face of luxury, he supposes. )