Chapter 815: Table Talk

The incident with Beckandra undoubtedly earned me in specific the ire of the humans of Custodia, but there was nothing they could do as they ate their meal and watched on from the side, fear and reluctance radiating off of their bodies.

But, as Mary made her way around the groups of her people and talked to them, checking on in them and speaking to them individually, she managed to get rid of some of that fear as she did her rounds, informing her people about their new place inside the Empire and making it clear that there was no need to be difficult.

Meanwhile, the meat I had so 'difficultly' hunted and prepared was devoured until there was little left, with two dozen pounds resting inside the ice chests - a rough estimate, anyways - as well as a few large bones, meaning that hunting parties needed to be sent out to acquire some more food for the people.