Taria nodded. She was too hungry to be surprised by anything now.
"I want food."
The small woman smiled. "Good thing I'm the chef here then."
"You are?" Taria's eyes lit up. "Are you going to give us food?"
The woman's smile twisted. She drew the kitchen knife from her back and leapt forward, flashing the blade in front of Taria, who stumbled back in shock.
"And why should I?" the woman snapped. "I haven't cooked in years! Who cares about my food? They all went to the tree to eat instead! Why should I cook?!"
She took another long swig from her bottle, grumbling to herself.
Taria raised her broken spear, unsure if she needed to defend herself. Even the chef wants to kill us? What is wrong with this place?
"What tree are you talking about?" Kaedros asked, brows raised.
"The tree in the garden, of course, silly!" she said with a sharp look. "You planted it, didn't you?"
Then her expression twisted, and her black, pupil-less eyes narrowed.
