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Kandet leg
before Shaper. "Kandet is a fine meat, rare and difficult to preserve.
If you have the respect necessary to obtain it, you should enjoy that
privilege."
Shaper was stunned by K'narl's phrasing. K'narl had just come so
close to offering to petition for his name that his brain, already
confused by the day's events, refused to consider the offer. K'narl
gave him a fanged smile and said "Eat. Before the blood in that piece
runs cold."
Shaper looked down at the plate, picked up the meat where the bone
protruded, and proceeded to gnaw on it, tasting it carefully before
taking large chunks and swallowing it down. Kandet was a prized running
carnivore, and to have hauled one down by oneself was considered an
honor. To have permission just to hunt a *fooch* stocked with such
beasts was honor in and of itself.
When they were finished eating, K'narl sat back in his chair and
patted his belly. "Fine food."
"Agreed, sir," Shaper said.
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