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Having examined the supplies of those present, Rurek realized the main thing: pies are a universal dish, popular with all the races of Iczakan.
“What lovely little pies,” praised the elven lord, examining the provisions, “small, but very neat! And mine are like this. Large, juicy, for a hearty snack after working in the forge!”
Pie, pie, pie... why are you so delicious... ah, never mind. It's time to gather provisions for my brother!