Sheepeater Cliff eighty-seventh

And were they not all servants to the gods of their empire?

This meal time, Legend ate differently. Eyes locked to her meal, and presenting the outward manners of eating in timed bites and a mouth that did not open more than it needed to. But her bites had been harsh, and swallowed as if she'd not eaten in a life time. As if they would take it.

They would eat, and Legend, too, would be silent.