The Asrephaths served dinner in a hall that was so large all five people seated around its long table looked like a private gathering inside a banquet chamber.
The tall windows on the milky-colored wall gave them a visual of the evening lights of Rosenblum, while gold lamps burned above dark wood and threw a warm shine over silver dishes arranged from one end of the table to the other.
The kitchen had prepared pepper-glazed duskfowl, thick cuts of roasted venison, saffron rice, buttered roots, spiced riverfish, warm bread and enough sauces to give every plate its own collection.
Corven supervised the servants moving between them, refilling cups and replacing empty dishes before anyone needed to ask.
Lancet had never seen such a buffet of meals, not even back in the Kingdom Council. He sat beside Spectra while Vaelric and Melisande occupied the opposite side.
