Roland sighed, pulling a Silver Coin from his coin purse and pressing it into Peyton's hand.
"Uncle Peyton, consider this me covering her meal. Please give it to Uncle Gary later."
"Hey, kid! I can't take this. If Gary finds out, he'll kill me..."
"Just take it, Uncle Peyton... Otherwise, I..."
As Roland spoke, his gaze shifted to the mountain of dishes piled up beside Teresa.
And that wasn't all. A nearby wooden table was already overflowing with used plates.
At this sight, not only did the corner of Roland's mouth twitch, but his eye began to twitch uncontrollably as well.
Based on his experience helping out in the tavern these past few days, Roland made a quick mental calculation.
The beautiful, silver-haired woman before him had, in a short period, eaten through three days' worth of the tavern's revenue.
Even more terrifying...
She showed no signs of stopping and was still ordering more food.
'No wonder her life is so difficult...'
