The Legendary Mage

Chapter 16

“I’ll heat food up. Care to join me for supper? There’s meat tonight,” Alavin offered, untying a wild fowl from his belt, an unexpected catch from his training in the backwoods. He didn’t ask about the maiden’s identity or purpose. He had an understanding with the old man. Silence was their pact, for eight years, it had been so.

The old man barely lifted his eyelids, offering no response.

After washing and changing into clean clothes, Alavin kindled the fire, prepared some vegetables, and stewed the wild fowl. The warm, inviting aroma filled the humble storeroom.

"Smells good, doesn't it? Old man, have some. Let it be our midnight feast," Alavin called to the old man.

The old man paid no heed, continuing to lounge lopsidedly where he lay.

"I'll eat first, then I'll leave some for you." Alavin was truly famished, and he started to eat without further ado.

But after just a short while, the old man propped himself up and wandered into the storeroom.

Alavin shrugged and carried on eating. "I'll be stepping out for a bit, so don't go locking up in a hurry, eh?"

He planned to sneak out at midnight to pluck the Viper's Berry before anyone from Botanic Haven got to it first.

dark jug and sat down

slightly puzzled, but he fetched two cups all the same, along with a plate of pickled vegetables. They weren't fine ingredients, just leftover roots from his cooking that he'd washed and soaked in a brine jar. Sometimes, when he was too tired or busy, he'd just grab some pickled roots to gnaw on with some bread for

of strong liquor filled the storeroom. He poured himself a cup and filled one for

eyeing the clear and fragrant liquid in his cup with even greater curiosity. What was so special

man lifted his cup and drained it in one go, tilting his head back and letting

taking a big gulp, and immediately, the fiery spice filled his mouth, burning its way down his throat and into his

a strong brew," Alavin grimaced, for he had never drunk before. He hastily ate

filled his cup again, then tilted his head back and downed

like this. Could it have something to do with the girl from earlier? He glanced

the drink wasn't

old man filled Alavin's

the

than the occasional word from Alavin,

earlier hadn't gone far. She had intended to leave, but when Alavin called out 'old man,' she stopped just outside the rainy storeroom door, watching the

of formidable power. The drizzling cold rain seemed unable to wet their clothes; before it truly touched

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