"Mother! Please make two breakfasts for me!" she shouted.
An old woman with gray hair came out of the door of the tavern and saw Aslan and the woman beside him alternately. She smiled when her eyes saw the woman's hand wrapped around his arm so tightly. Aslan then let go of his hand politely.
"Carl stole from this man. I want to apologize by treating him to a meal, Mother."
"Oh my, I'm sorry, Sir. I'm the mother of the kid who stole your thing. Please don't report it to anyone. I don't want to see my younger sister put in prison. You can eat here every day."
Aslan refused again. He couldn't accept their kindness. Besides, he wouldn't report the kid either. Aslan just wanted to get out right away to find Mathius and start doing his mission to find the magician who might be in the Duran Kingdom.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I must go."
