The next morning, soft morning sunlight slipped gently through the gaps in the thin silk curtains of the Silver Eagle Inn suite window, illuminating the room with pleasant golden warmth. Small dust particles danced in the light beams, creating a calm and hopeful atmosphere. Sylvia had woken up since dawn, a long-ingrained habit. Her trained body didn't need long to recover from fatigue.
She stood in front of the wide oak wooden table in the center of the room, carefully and attentively arranging various spice pouches. From her system storage, she took out high-quality stock: pungent black pepper, pure white pepper, slender cinnamon sticks, rare golden-red saffron, dried cloves, sliced dried ginger, and various other exotic spices from the eastern continent. The rich and complex aroma immediately filled the entire suite, blending into a single appetizing and slightly mystical unity.
