Herat in hog heaven

The five merchant ships had to angle South a bit to find and round the headland into Queens Bay, the chief harbor of the Kingdom of Garnash, the middle of the Three Kingdoms of the Western Shore.....Royal Garnash Castle rose high above the city, which was a proper walled stronghold of some good size....Captain DeKline, with his connections in this realm, was able to secure a mooring place alongside one of the principal mercantile docks, and the voyage was over.  While Ambrey organized the disembarking, and the Baron and the Captain settled their accounts, Herat was overwhelmed by a delicious aroma rising from the street vendors along the waterfront....he dropped over the side and made his way through the smoke and crowd to a stall where a jolly fat Westerner was sliding long red sausages into a pot of boiling oil, while his wife or whomever fried flat bread, and onions, and peppers on a sizzling iron griddle......A sausage on a roll was Herat's idea of singular bliss, so he quickly exchanged some few coppers for a steaming sausage curled up under a hot relish in warm flatbread.....he also obtained a pot of cider, and was transported to hog heaven!   The strange Mister Batt had followed along, but choose a different vendor, where they sold deep-fried grasshoppers, very well spiced....