Jonan was sitting inside a certain rock cottage, and he was also served food that looked like fruits and vegetables he had never seen.
They were all slightly roasted, and he had no problem eating them. In fact, he had even found them different but delightful in taste.
"I have never had roasted fruits in my home, so they roast their food. thankfully, the natives here are civilized enough not to be barbaric, as I had heard one of the elders telling me how he was thrown into a pot to be cooked."
Changing his thoughts, he focused on eating, he didn't bother to think much about, considering his stomach was hollow, from walking all the way from the shore he was, to here.
After eating his fill, Jonan sat aside, and he was looking to wash his hands, but nowhere in the Rock Cottage, he found any utensil which would have water stored in it.
He wanted to wash his hands and also drink some water, but after not finding water for some time, he could only ask the guard outside.
