Although Arman had secretly instructed the servants to tidy the tent before he left, the inside of the leather tent was still filled with a foul stench.
"Lift the curtains, it's too dim." Arman, with a slight aversion to dirt, whispered to the attendants at the entrance, still mindful of the nobles' dignity inside the tent.
The servant laid a clean blanket on the chair, only then did Arman sit down.
On the greasy long table, the nobles who had partied all night had not yet awakened from their hangover, some were even nodding off.
Unlike the Golden Plains deep within the Empire, the nobles of the Thousand River Valley still retained the roughness and savagery of the old nobility.
Perhaps due to the lack of resources, their banquets were always "unrestrained."
In the Empire's core areas, where the new Mary fashion prevails, nobles long abandoned such revelries, opting for dining elegantly and quietly with clean tables and bone china bowls, and gracefully socializing at balls.
