A Whirlwind of Things

[Kender Bard]

"I don't think we're in a hurry," Kaylin replied with a grin. "But that stew and bread does sound tasty regardless. I don't mind staying here and trying it out if you don't, Conrad."

[Darastrix]

"It d-does," Conrad agreed, smiling. "Th-that'll b-be fine."

The serving girl bustled off and soon the pair was seated with bowls of thick, steaming stew in front of them, a loaf of bread along with a small dish of fresh butter, and whatever beverage they preferred (Conrad favoured the tea).

[Kender Bard]

Kaylin sipped her water then dipped the bread into the stew - such delicious fare! Conrad had been correct in his estimation of the place.

"I love Ilyamen," she concluded between bites. "This place is so alive! Why can't Acoia be like this? I feel like I can feel the pulse of all humanity here."

[Darastrix]

Conrad shrugged lightly. "I imagine that n-none of the Force Homes are mmmuch like th-this. They're for w-worship and s-s-service t-to the Force. N-not really s-cities or t-trade s-centers in their own rights."

[Kender Bard]

"I guess it doesn't make sense to me that Acoia shouldn't be more alive," Kaylin murmured and finished the rest of her meal in contemplation. "Mm you were right to recommend this place." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Now all we need is a little food for the soul."