When the Mendez family left for Blackthorn, it was the first time the household had truly taken a break together.
In their absence, Eira was appointed to oversee both the waystation and the storehouse. Calm, capable, and respected, she had always been the one who could stay level even when things got messy.
But being in charge is different from being a friend. The moment responsibility shifts, old friendships can become fragile.
For Eira, that test came sooner than she expected.
Eira and Marla
At first, things seemed normal.
Marla cooked as usual, the fires burned warm, and the merchants were fed on time. But under the surface, something had shifted.
Eira's quiet reminders began to sound like commands to Marla.
"Please keep the kitchen tidy," Eira said one morning while checking the supplies.
"Yes, boss," Marla muttered.
The next day, Eira tasted the stew. "It could use a pinch more salt."
"Then add it yourself," Marla said flatly.
