"Here is your key, patron," she said and handed me the key.
It has a simple enchantment that has nearly lost its power. The enchantment is nearly broken. One wouldn't be able to charge it without fixing the enchantment first.
"Thank you," I thanked.
"Hot fresh is ready, patron, you look like you need one," she said as I had just taken a step away to leave.
I nearly shook my head when I stopped and walked toward the table. It is a small dining area with only five tables. Two are occupied, three are empty.
I sat down next to the one by the window and looked outside.
It is a small city where most people are fishermen. It is on the banks of the large lake.
There is only one Primary-III here, thirteen Primary-II, and the rest are Primary I or those yet to walk on the path of the practice, like the young woman.
Most of her had already; she is late due to her veins still being in development.
