In the morning, Joji and his party were invited to breakfast, a long table laid with hot bread, salted fish, and stewed roots that smelled richer than anything they had eaten on the road.
Only Joji and Alaric were offered maids to attend them.
The kobolds, Lilina, and even Rizz were simply also offered the same room, but no such service was offered to them.
Jonas and Martin kept stealing glances at Rizz all through the first plates.
Not at Alaric's splinted arm. At the donkey in pants who ate politely and wore meme shades like a lord at a masquerade.
At last Jonas set his cutlery down and wiped his hands. His voice stayed even, careful.
"Adventurer Desmond, was it? I must reward you. Clearly, there is something you need?"
Joji nodded. He liked a man who cut to the point.
"I would like different ores and metals," Joji said. "Not a large amount. A turkey leg worth is fine."
Jonas blinked at that, then glanced at Martin as if asking whether this was a joke he was missing.
