While Liam Dunn was starting to imagine opportunities to travel and see the wider world that Lady Ashlynn had been slowly revealing over the course of the evening, soaking in the feast of far-off flavors, the one-armed lord sitting next to him had yet to take so much as a bite of the current course of exotic and flavorful street food.
"Tell me something, young man," Aspakos said, bringing his beak close enough to Loman's ear that he was able to speak quietly to the wounded priest. "Are you avoiding food because you're still nursing your wounds and languishing in the malaise of defeat?"
"Or has food lost its flavor to you, because your sorcery has begun to claim the joys of life as a price for what you've done with it?" Aspakos asked, cocking his birdlike head to one side and looking inquisitively at Loman.
