A dish of distinct scent and flavor awaited Franz when he returned to his room at the Still Shore. His memories would be stirred in that they remind him of a certain Garlean dish, well liked in the Empire. A note was tucked just beneath the plate.
“Franz,
I know you must miss home. Sometimes I catch that melancholy behind your eyes. I miss it too at times.
This is a dish my mother used to make me every nameday, she did so love the flavor of garlic along with a few other mixture of spices. I have been taking some culinary lessons during my time in Limsa at Bismarck, and tried to have something prepared there that resembles it as close as possible.
I hope it brings back some fond thoughts of home as you enjoy it.
Happy Starlight to you,
~Roenâ€
“Franz,
I know you must miss home. Sometimes I catch that melancholy behind your eyes. I miss it too at times.
This is a dish my mother used to make me every nameday, she did so love the flavor of garlic along with a few other mixture of spices. I have been taking some culinary lessons during my time in Limsa at Bismarck, and tried to have something prepared there that resembles it as close as possible.
I hope it brings back some fond thoughts of home as you enjoy it.
Happy Starlight to you,
~Roenâ€
