[He accepts the buns happily, smiling and inhaling deeply, appreciating the scent. Linhardt had sought the kitchens in search of food, and his request had been granted. He finishes the bun that he's holding, savoring each bite with open pleasure. Still, he eats in a civilized fashion, not stuffing anything into his mouth and taking frequent breaks to keep his hands somewhat clean.]

Enbarr is the Imperial capital. Since it is the Emperor's residence, I am not usually worth that much attention. Merceus is a Fortress on the edge of our nation's borders. I spent a great deal of time there as a child with my best friend in his territory. As a military installation, people were normally too busy to gawk at us.

[People who were not the gawking type. Or the fawning type. A bit too energetic for Linhardt's tastes, but a pleasant enough experience.]