At the dinner table, they are chatting among themselves while enjoying all the food that Sahara prepared for them. Shanaia who missed her mother’s home-cooked food, couldn’t help but stuff her face with every food on the table.
Joaquin who knew how much she could eat, would put the food onto her plate, at the same time he observed everyone else. Unlike Dalakitnons who survive with wine and fruits, his lady’s kind was into meat, all kinds of meat, and they ate it with gusto.
Then Fiero and Lysandra started asking Joaquin questions. They are not anything personal but things about his realm.
“So, what was your realm like?” Fiero asked.
“It was mostly forest but there is part where it looks like any modern city here in the human realm,” Joaquin answered.
Shanaia looked at him.
“There is?
