An Envoy of Dark
Aesther wondered what had been wrong with her eyes back then.
She could not even think of words like 'kind' or 'gentle' and Ezrahl in one sentence now. He had always appeared unusually stoic to be considered kind just like that.
Her stomach ached when she got down from the horse.
It was the time of evening, the sun had drowned in the distant rivers not too long ago. And she was overcome by a strong urge to bathe and devour whatever food this tavern had.
But when she entered inside, she froze.
The menu was hanging right beside the counter.
It had not even a single dish that contained spice or even meat. The names were all very bland too, 'Spring Water Salted Tofu', 'Cabbage and Carrot Stew', 'Boiled Salted Beans' 'Mashed Raddis and Potato Salad'.
She could not move for three whole seconds as her eyes scanned down the menu, and then she looked down at it again.
Her eyes were on the verge of tears now.