Chapter Fourty Nine
"So..."
I smiled mildly at the three bandits that froze in their spots, glancing at the roasted meat laid out before us, "which one should I eat?"
Garrow went pale. "Your Grace! I beg your forgiveness. My subordinates have been—"
Crunch!
"It's fine, Garrow." I dropped down beside the fire on bare snow without a care in the world. "Come. Sit."
[Ping!]
[Are you really just going to eat poisoned food, Host?]
Yes. It's been an exhausting day.
"At least allow me to bring something for you to sit on—" Garrow started as I raised my hand, making him swallow the rest of his words.
"There's no need, Garrow." I waved him over. "I've sat on worse."
Crackle. Crackle. Pop.
The fire crackled between us as I tilted my head, eyeing the portions.
"So," I asked pleasantly, "which one of these did you roast especially for me?"
