"Let's go," the tanner's wife scoffed, turning away. "It's just a trick."
The crowd began to turn, the novelty wearing off, replaced by the bitter taste of disappointment.
Liora nudged him with confusion in her eyes, and others also looked anxiously.
But Sol just gave them an assuring smile and calmly watched them turn. He waited for the tension to peak, for the anger to reach its boiling point.
"Wait!" he suddenly called out.
The command stopped them. They turned back, glaring.
"I don't just want meat," Sol shouted, his voice ringing with authority. "I want whatever edible you have, even those you throw away."
Hearing this, confusion rippled through the group. Brows furrowed.
"Bring me your bones!" Sol declared, gesturing grandly to the empty basket next to a terrified Veyra. "Bring me the scraps! The intestines you don't want, but cleaned already! The tough roots you can't chew! The bitter herbs! The heads! The hooves! Everything and get this steaming hot soup in exchange."
