"What is that?" John wanted to know, his mouth watering. The table was decked with so much food that it would almost bend under the weight. Almost was turned into a certainty by the final thing Aclysia added to the table.
If John had to warrant a guess, the perfectly cooked meat, with its fried skin, crispy and covered in a multitude of spices, was probably some sort of dinosaur. "It's a Turkheir," Nathalia answered; "I told you I would get one of those."
"But how… I mean what is that?" John didn't feel like he had gotten a satisfactory answer yet.
"It – is – a Turkheir," the dragoness repeated, obviously annoyed. "I went out and hunted it. Stealthy little things, hard to track down. I would just drown the entire landscape in ash, but that makes the meat dry and stiff. I thought this was your traditional meal."
