Lubin was particularly busy today.
Ever since his tavern had been reserved by a group of generous strangers, many days had passed since he last felt so fulfilled.
These days, he spent most of his time dozing in the tavern. His occasional attempts to relieve boredom or stretch his limbs involved snatching the task of washing dishes and cups from the waiter. He hadn't touched his favorite pastime—counting copper coins one by one—recently, and it irked him considerably.
But today, he was so exhilarated that he went into the kitchen to cook, and it was his specialty: pumpkin pies with chicken rice.
