A large banquet had been laid out in-front of the delegation. In a very traditional Adapton style. No cutelry, to large tables, just low lying stools, and props for the food, and equally low lying chaise longue dotted around. Food had filled the centre of the room. It was laid out in piles of fruit, vegetables, fresh cooked meat, still on the bone, festooned around stood counters of all manner of sauces and other garnishes. While equally abundant, if not more abundant than the food was the wine, and beer, and ever other alcoholic drink anyone could think of.
And here, onboard a major fig