Ian finished seasoning the chicken and placed it aside for the moment. Destiny had bought more than just the chicken. She had also purchased several bags of grain, a collection of different seasonings, and a few new robes for both of them.
Unfortunately, all of that had nearly emptied the money Ian had stolen earlier, which meant their current meal was probably going to be the last one they could enjoy without worrying about their expenses.
If he wanted to continue eating decent food from tomorrow onward, he would have to start working.
The herbs growing around the back mountain could be collected and sold for a reasonable amount of money, and while he was there, he could also gather anything useful for himself.
At the same time, he would have to cultivate the field he had cleared earlier. There was still plenty of work waiting for him, and the thought alone made Ian's shoulders feel slightly heavier.
"Ah, so much work."
