Pasta Bocadillo

For a wandering bard like Ciaccona, meals on the road are all about striking a balance between taste and convenience.

One day, as the campfire crackled to life, she had an idea and took the bread she always carried.

As the rich aroma of meat sauce filled the air, seeping into the bread's warm crust, she spread on the final layer of seasoning.

However, there's an unspoken rule. Ragunna's pasta is not to be tampered with. No shortcuts, no twists. Taking a bite of her creation, Ciaccona was lost in her thoughts. "If I ever get banished, this bread might just be one of the reasons."