True to my word every scrap of the pot was devoured slowly.
I ended up paying a whole five mana stones but I didn't mind in the slightest.
Taking a corner of the tavern to myself, I eat slowly for three hours straight.
I knew it was good for me as my body produced more aura.
It wasn't just the hunger but the craving that always scratched at the back of my mind that is slowly being satiated.
'Don't stop... roll your tongue to the left a little' Ava would mutter in my mind in between bites.
When the black pot that is half my size is finished I scrape it clean.
Fraka had a disgusted look on her face.
The first hour she wore a smug grin but every minute after that she comes back to find me shoveling my face with astonishment.
She attempts to make conversation a few times, but I could not put down the spoon.
At times I would be caught drinking from the wooden bowl directly.
