Rota nodded. She was too hungry to be surprised about anything now. "I want food."
The small woman smiled. "Good thing I'm the cook then?"
"You are?" Rota was excited. "Are you going to give us food?"
The small woman drew her kitchen knife and jumped, flashing the knife in front of Rota who stumbled back in shock. "And why should I? I've not cook in years! Who cares about my food? They all went to the trees to eat. Why should I cook!"
She took another long drink from her bottle.
Rota brought her broken spear in front of her, in case she needed it. What is wrong with this place? Even the cook wants you dead!
"What tree are you talking about?" Belialthorn asked with raised brows.
"The tree in the garden of course silly!" The small woman gave him a look. "You planted it don't you?"
