Diarmuid watched the scenes unfolding around him with a somewhat bemused smile as individual conversations came and went while servants cleared away the dishes from the sorbet course, only to replace them with what felt like an endless collection of tiny dishes containing a variety of colorful soups or sauces; he really wasn't certain. But whatever the rainbow assortment of viscous liquids was, each diner was given their own complete set of them, along with a bowl of fragrant, citrus-scented water and a fresh pair of soft napkins.
"The next course is something else I wanted to share from the lands beyond the mountains," Ashlynn explained as Georg's skilled staff bustled about the table, adding silver goblets of chilled cider and ale to the wine already on the table.
