'Thanks for the care,
but what about you? I'm not the only one without dinner.'
'Don't worry. I ate my
share downstairs. Now it's your turn.'
'Alright', he ate a
spoonful. It tasted great compared to stale bread and dried meat from his
packs. 'Weren't you supposed to go out though?'
'You want me gone
already? How about you wait until you are fully recovered?', she put on her
teasing smile. He should have seen that coming.
'No, I don't. Why
would I, after all? You just said that you would go out. I'm curious to see if
you changed your mind.'
'I'm going, don't you
worry. I just have to prepare mentally for all those dumb pigs downstairs.'
'Good point. Be
careful', he fished out a chunk of meat from the stew.
'I said, don't worry.
I'll be fine.'
With that, she left
the room. Finally, he could eat his meal in peace.
Until that point, he
didn't even realise how hungry he was. The food was gone within moments, the
empty bowl landed on the ground, and Alvaren slumped back onto the bed, content
with a bellyful of stew. He was kind of sad that he finished so fast. Savouring
the taste for at least a brief moment would have been great. Or would it?
It didn't matter to
him as he was slowly succumbing to his sleepiness. A bed, a bowl of stew,
safety. Even if it was just for a single night, it was all he could ask for,
given the state of him and his purse.
His purse.
She still had his purse! Spending his money completely freely, without
allowance? He had to have a talk with her once she got back. He yawned. After a
little sleep. After a little....
That's the end of chapter 3. Next week, more action and females.
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