feast - part three

Chase cracks open a bone, drinking in the marrow from the crystiline bones, letting the empty shards of bones fall to his plate.

The main course is being brought out by servants as a bit of juggling provides some entertainment. Ribs from some of the mightiest creatures that have tread upon the ground. Call them thunderlizards or saurians or the d-word. Immense cuts of meat have been selected from predator and prey. Their cyclic struggle ending up, tragically, with both laid out opposite one another on a serving trays.
"Almost everyone 'ere almost got eaten by these. Or stomped." Ruby gestures in turn to those she mentions. "Chase, Liya , Moxon an Wyn'tah faced down a vanguard 'o these things. Was way worse than tryin tah stand oop tah some regular calvary charge. These things were bred for battle. Primo specimens. Not just wild an powerful...Matured towards bloody purposes. Best 'o tha best. Not eager tah goo'n clean oop tha patch 'o monsters an their breedin grounds. Or their shepards. Not withoot artillery. These were almost as terrifyin as Bog-blasted dragons. I 'ope yer cook knows 'ow tah tenderize. They tough."
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