The next morning, Roland quickly washed up and left his room.
Sean had been on night duty at the barracks and hadn't returned all night.
Without his best friend's thunderous snores, Roland had enjoyed a rare, peaceful night's sleep.
"Good morning, Mr. Roland."
"Good morning, Teresa... Miss..."
Roland stared at yet another mountain of plates piled in front of Teresa, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
'Is that one Silver Coin I gave Uncle Peyton yesterday really enough to cover this young lady's food bill?'
As Roland was pondering this, Gary emerged from the back kitchen.
When the hearty, robust man saw that the food he'd cooked had been completely devoured, a look of sincere joy once again spread across his face.
"Ah, Roland, you're up! Come get some breakfast!"
"Alright, Uncle Gary."
Shaking off his distracting thoughts, Roland quickly finished his breakfast.
Patting his stomach in satisfaction, he stood up and said.
