"Good morning, Chef," one of the mages said as she walked past, keeping her head down and her voice neutral, though her heart was pounding. "Good luck in the lower levels."
"Thanks," Liam rumbled, handing her a wrapped piece of [Spiced Taro Bread]. "Take this. You look like you're low on mana."
The girl nodded stiffly and hurried away, only to collapse against a pillar five meters later, clutching the bread as if it were a holy relic.
Liam began handing out the rest of the bread to the passing members. He moved through the crowd with the practised ease of a man who had run high-end kitchens back home, but every time his hand brushed a player's fingers, they looked like they had been blessed by a saint.
