Rotting Corpse (Part 1)
"Because I was grieving the loss of my husband." Menadion sighed so deeply and looked so sad that even Vexal felt like a massive jerk.
The customers grumbled about his lack of tact yet they stood there, waiting for the rest of the story.
"He died at the hands of marauders shortly before Sal-, I mean, the Overlord reconnected Solus and me with our lost relatives. My sister is young and she deserved a better life than spending her days taking care of a crying mess so I sent her away.
"Don't get me wrong, thanks to the Gate in the barn, she often came back to visit me. Not coming here was my choice. I could not stand seeing Elina's happy family without my wounds reopening."
"I see." Vexal nodded, not daring to ask more questions. "It's fifteen copper coins for everything. The cookies are on the house."
"Thank you. You are very kind." Menadion accepted the bag of cookies, taking one out and giving it a bite.