The old man turned around and looked at the young lady behind him. "Flora, my dear, put the tray down. Our guests must be hungry," he said.
My stomach grumbled in agreement, a loud, embarrassing sound that made my cheeks burn. Laughter rippled through the room, further intensifying my blush.
"You guys eat and rest. We will take our leave," the old man declared, a twinkle in his eye. He gestured to his granddaughter, and together they left us alone.
The door clicked shut behind them, leaving only the gentle rustling of the wind and the warmth of the firelight within the small, cozy house. I turned to Killian, my face filled with a bewildering mix of confusion and exhaustion. "Where are we?" I finally managed to ask, "And who are these people?"
"Lia, we are in the Wallux village," he answered gently.
"Wallux Village? How did we get here?" I questioned curiously.
