Kiah didn't look back as she made her way to Anwyll, who was still locked in a heated discussion with Mr. Dai.
Mr. Dai's eyes flicked toward her briefly before he raised his voice to address the gathered residents.
"It's getting dark, so we'll wrap up for tonight," he announced. Then he turned to them. "You guys will be staying with us. My wife's been cooking all day for you. You can rest up before the moon rises."
"Thank you," Anwyll replied.
Mr. Dai led them down a dirt path to a modest house. His house. A warm, inviting scent drifted out the door, hinting at something rich and home-cooked.
The home had a rustic charm. The sitting room held a comfortable sofa, flower pots in every corner, and a polished wooden dining table. The space opened directly into the kitchen, and everything, from the floorboards to the beams, was timber, giving the place the look of a cozy, old-fashioned cottage.
