By the time everything was discussed, the giant clock in the main hall had already struck four in the afternoon.
Although the imperial kitchen had provided various dishes and snacks, a few of the smaller fellows were already mentally drained, including Durin, who was now drinking honey water.
This made the Old Emperor rather envious—being a tailless monkey, he had been diagnosed with diabetes years ago by a medical AI. Of the dishes earlier, he took merely a couple of bites before putting down his chopsticks.
This left Durin feeling a bit melancholy, since in his previous life, he had gone through exactly this kind of pain: three meals of oatmeal a day, months without so much as tasting meat, until he was diagnosed with an incurable disease. Only during his final days did he manage to eat a little better.
