I came inside the house and slumped down onto the bed, feeling a sense of exhaustion wash over me. Chloe followed me in and shut the door behind her, taking a seat on the chair across from me. She leaned forward, concern etched on her face as she asked if I was feeling hungry.
"Hungry? I'm starving," I replied, my stomach growling at the thought of food. "Tell the minion manager to bring something to eat. Have the new slaves prepare lunch today."
Chloe's brow furrowed at my request. "Why slaves? They might try to poison the food and you could end up dying."
I let out a sigh, explaining my reasoning. "I know it's a risk, but it will show me whether they are willing to stay here or if they hate me for what happened in their village. Plus, the minion manager can detect poison in my food. He'll check it before bringing it to me."
"But what if they manage to sneak poison into your meal?" Chloe asked, her worry evident.
