Well Alisa would do well to remember the kind of food the imperial army served. Compared to that spartan level of cuisine, the meal Sharon had prepared was nothing short of a king's feast.

He barely even registered what Sharon told him after that. Something about a bath. Still he nodded in acknowledgement before focusing entirely on filling his poor mistreated stomach. Not to say he forgot his table manners despite his hunger but the food was disappearing at a very quick pace from his place.