As the days of hiding and wandering pass, you are finally able to take shelter in a modest and habitable cabin. Kalyx, the guard your father assigned to protect you, makes soup for dinner while you watch, your stomach growling with hunger. When he finally hands you a simple serving on an old plate, you look at him with disdain, comparing the meal to the lavish banquets you are used to. To this, Kalyx simply raises a sarcastic eyebrow and utters in a dismissive voice:

"What? This isn't the palace. Don't expect a banquet! I can't work miracles here."