The door of this building opened into a short
hallway that had several doors adjacent to it. He led me down one of
these and it proved to be a dining hall, though it was not as commodious
as most, with only a round wooden table with a few chairs around it and
some cupboards and cabinets.
Pulling my chair out for me to sit in, Ramma went through all the normal
duties of host with great ease, and within a few moments we were eating
heartily from a great dish of boiled potatoes that had been brought in
by a servant, or rather, a deputy minister of state, for such was his
title. We did little talking before we ate, because I was greatly
famished and as such was ill-inclined to be jovial, not that I was
sullen, but I found it hard to be completely relaxed without a full
stomach. Yet when that was remedied and I found myself satisfied and
comfortable in a warm dwelling, I opened up to Ramma and we had a long
and entertaining discussion, some of which I will record here, as it
shines a little more light upon the mysteries of my story:
"So, my dear Jehu," Ramma began, "I trust your stay on Daem has so far
been enjoyable."
I chuckled quietly and told him, "No, not entirely, for there is a war
afoot on Daem, or at least there seemed to be, and it made quite a bit
of trouble for me.
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