"These barbaric Franks haven't done a single good thing since they arrived."
In the tavern, a Coptic man sat sullenly in the corner, observing the passing Crusaders.
"A glass of Karakal, please."
Damietta had its own tavern, tucked away in the alley corners,
Riel was excitedly clutching the tip handed by this generous, big dumb guest,
This money would be enough to buy a good meal for his mom and sister, as his mom had recently fallen ill and needed to eat something nutritious...
Some pork would be good!
But he soon remembered that the rulers of Damietta had changed from the pork-abstaining Saracens to the Franks, and pork was no longer a cheap and easily obtainable meat.
Better to buy a fish.
Though fish wasn't technically meat, it was better than just plain grains.
"These Franks are really generous; at this rate, by next month, I'll have enough money to hire a herbal doctor in town to treat my mom. Once she recovers..."
The shadow blocked the sunlight.
