"Not long. A matter of months. Long enough to realize that there is no good food here. These people prize convenience, but there is no taste, nothing to truly nourish the heart." Siggy sniffed. Beside her, HeithrĂșn began to nibble at a patch of grass placidly.
"It is as if spices will make up for this. Such ridiculous waste and opulence. Where I am from spices and silks are for kings, and here they are wasted. What is the value in this?"
After a moment of silent fuming, Siggy asked, "And yourself, have you been here long?"