Battles and surprise attacks—that's what Adam had grown accustomed to on his journey.
Sure, there had been other developments when he found himself in new territory, but a teapot and two cups, one of which was clearly intended for him, were not on his list of expectations.
Step. Step. Step.
The sound of footsteps and a soft female voice made Adam look up to see a woman coming down the stairs to greet him.
A long, white robe with wide sleeves covered her body, leaving her shoulders exposed. Her hair was tied up in a bun while her eyes, clear as noble crystals, looked at Adam with curiosity.
It was unknown what was on the second floor of the white mill, most likely the mechanism that moved the sails, and the woman's room was not what Adam was thinking about right now.
"I hope you're not opposed to tea, young man? Or should I have tried to find some coffee for you?" She asked with a slight smile as her bare feet touched the surface.
Strangely enough, Adam had an answer:
