Dal Shabet

A moment later, she reappeared and placed a standard portion of food on the table where Agnet was sitting.

Dal Lang looked at the "portion" with some skepticism, but didn't show it. After all, this was the beginning of the journey, and she needed to start getting used to the absence of a personal chef.
--Thank you, -- she said to the woman. And she began to eat, which, in principle, turned out to be a little tastier than it looked. When she finished, she saw that she still had some time.
--Strange, the only tavern in town, and there are no people. Is it always like this? -- Agnet reached for her purse. -- How much do I owe you?