Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
"Oh wow! Human food made by humans. I have to feed this but I don't like it very much usually and I think humans like eating most of the time and I am EXCITED to find out why!"
"Dinner from Cam sounds fascinating and we'd be delighted. The species of Golarion can mostly eat the same food but I can't guarantee that'd hold."
"Amentans will need to place orders but if pharaohs are allowed to eat stuff I make I'm happy to design the spread for whoever else is coming."
"I don't see why I'd want to leave their wives out just because I don't know versions of them! Perhaps they'll be familiar."
"All right." He nods to someone. "We'll want one of the banquet halls, then. We can bring the statue in case Annie arrives during dinner."
He leads them to a banquet hall. More people file in. Five brothers of the pharaoh, and some of their wives and children, and eight wives of the pharaoh (seated separately), and the pharaoh's mother, and attendants.
Cam does a headcount, assesses the size of the table, pauses to ask, "You want some new dishes or to provide those yourselves?"
And now there are foods! They are many and varied, chowder to cheese platter to chicken fingers. "If anybody has an allergy, tell me."
Rubelite has no table manners and bites into an entire loaf of bread but then appears likely to consume the entire loaf of bread herself!
Cor sits between Belmarniss and Cam and ignores his Maitimo and tries everything within reach.