Chapter hundred and twenty three: Ursla to the rescue
"Who are you?" Sir derrick asked the young girl standing in front of her with tired eyes and a stick.
She looked like she has been through hell and back. Her dress was thorn and she looked severely malnourished like she had been starved on purpose. Her hair was held up with a hair band and she tied a matching scarf on her forehead.
"The kitchen is that way" Derrick pointed to his right "If you ask of Meg and tell her that I sent you, she might spare some bread for you"
Derrick assumed she was looking for food.
The mere mention of food made Ursla salivate but she had a mission to carry out and she won't be hindered.
