Tables groan under the weight of zurkhwood bread, rothé stews, and skewered insects glazed in spiced oils. Glowing mushrooms illuminate the cavernous halls, their spores drifting like incense. Nobles here dine not just to sate hunger but to flaunt power, savoring imports of surface wine alongside dishes that whisper of cruelty — from fried myconid flesh to blind cave fish stewed in rich broths.