Following Ian's instruction to take a seat, Mika and Tanya sat cautiously at the table.
Since the table was currently set for breakfast with various dishes, the warm aroma of food wafting from them stimulated the appetite of the two newcomers.
To secure a prominent spot at the Mercenary Recruitment Center, one had to line up before it even opened; to keep that hard-won spot, leaving even for lunch was out of the question.
Combined with the need to save as much money as possible on food, it was daily life for most rookie mercenaries to get by on just one simple meal in the evening.
Having lived in a state of semi-forced starvation, the eyes of the two naturally drifted toward the food on the table.
"Here you go. The food is ready."
"Please set it here."
Just then, the innkeeper approached with plates containing fresh dishes. They were the items Ian had ordered in advance.
