The candles lit up the dark chamber, a pair mounted on tall glasses to serve as more lighting for the bride. Milan was snacking on the dinner delivered by Corey. She also sat there outside the cloth chamber, only watching Milan eat.
“I didn’t realize you’d think of the village even if everyone could have prosecuted you, Your Innocence.” Corey wanted to call his name, but the priestess was seated next to the chamber. “Some villagers were enthusiastic, while the others were doubtful. Can you really collect and give away so much food in a short time? I’m worried about the consequences.”
“Lasair sounds like he has a plan. Can you tell me how long the mayor estimated everything to be finished?” Milan spoke with a smile, making Corey and the priestess look in his direction.
