Divine Journey

- Thank you very much, - Reynhold said, barely containing a happy smile. He quickly walked towards the kitchen and then got to work. "Here it is - the holy of holies! Finally!" - Trast thought, happily looking around the kitchen. Cooking greatly improved the captain of the guard's mood; he was once again engaged in his favorite activity. No assassins hitting you on the head, just Reynhold and what would soon become food. After some time, Reynhold, with a wide smile, entered the main hall again, carrying a pot with a considerable amount of stewed potatoes with onions and dill (beware, it's hearty and spicy!).