"So why are you here, Lord Kael?"Old Maela questioned curiously.
"We need your help."
And this time, the one who answered her question was Lavinia.
"My help…?"
Maela blinked, a little taken aback.
"Only if you agree, of course. We are not here to force you."
Lavinia spoke politely.
"How can I help a God…?"
Maela questioned innocently.
"We heard you are one of the finest cooks in the Heights."
"That is an overstatement."
Maela's answer was quick.
Sure, when she was younger, many people came to her with their rations, wanting her to cook for them, but that was quite a long time ago. Most of those people were dead, and those who were still alive…
Well, do not come here anymore.
Maela knew it was probably because they were worried about her health and her overdoing herself but… it still felt somewhat lonely.
