Chapter 18: A Hunter’s Hospitality
The interior of High Chief Altan's ger was a marvel in itself—spacious yet intimate, adorned with rich fabrics and intricate carvings that reflected the pride and craftsmanship of Windorian culture.
But what truly caught Liora's attention as she stepped inside was the grand feast laid out before them. The table groaned under the weight of an array of dishes so vibrant it seemed almost surreal.
Refreshing drinks shimmered like jewels in crystal goblets, their colors ranging from deep ruby reds to translucent golden hues. Bowls brimmed with colorful vegetables and fruits, each piece perfectly ripe and glistening as though freshly plucked from the earth.
And then there were the meats—roasted, grilled, smoked, and spiced in ways that made Liora's mouth water instantly. From tender cuts of lamb to succulent game birds, every dish promised to be a symphony of flavors.
Liora found herself momentarily forgetting her earlier apprehension, captivated instead by the sheer abundance and care evident in the preparation of this meal.
Her mind wandered briefly, wondering how such a hospitable people could carry any negative reputation at all.
Perhaps the stories she'd heard about Windorians being stern or unfriendly were exaggerated—or perhaps hospitality here took on a different form altogether. Whatever the case, one thing was certain: they knew how to prepare a feast worthy of kings.
High Chief Altan rose slightly from his seat, raising a hand to signal the start of the meal. "Please, everyone," he said warmly, his voice carrying both authority and kindness. "Let us begin. May our stomachs be full and our hearts calm, for much remains to discuss."
His words were met with eager nods and murmurs of agreement as the guests dove into the food without hesitation.
Even Liora, who had been battling nerves since her arrival, surrendered to the moment. She picked up a plate delicately, piling it high with a little bit of everything, careful not to appear greedy despite her enthusiasm.
Yet, as she began eating, her reserved demeanor gave way to pure delight. Each bite was better than the last, and soon she was lost in the experience, oblivious to the curious glances directed her way.