In the inn (part 1)

"Lord Blackberry, if I may."

Zombie, sitting next to the red-haired Cranberry by the inn's table watching as she ate, straightened his back and asked the bespectacled man – but even while he was talking to him in a polite voice, his eyes were stuck on the eating girl.

"I'm listening."

Lord Blackberry turned to him, more than happy to take his mind off of the subpar food that he was served... honestly, having a childish taste like his daughter would be a blessing since it looked like the cook of the inn's kitchen never heard of any kind of spices whatsoever – or was too excited having to serve a high noble and forgot to use any...

"My former parents run a shop with magic stones, they do have a good head for business, so they would most definitely try to use this situation to gain some sort of advantage or even a favor, I dare say."

The boy spoke calmly but by the end of his sentence his lips twisted in a sour expression.