"You’re a cook?" the mercenary asked with a grin.
"No," Anfey said. "I’m a mage. This is just a hobby." His hands danced and his movements were very smooth. The smell of the soup suddenly grew very strong and pleasant.
One of the seven mercenaries stood up and leapt over the creek. He glanced around, then his eyes fell on the crystal box. "Are you really using a top tier crystal to cook?" he asked.
"It’s the only thing I have," Anfey said and shrugged.
"Can I try some?" the mercenary took a deep breath and asked.
"Wait a moment," Anfey said. He looked around, then frowned. "It seems like I have forgotten about spoons," he said, troubled.
"We have one," the mercenary said. He fumbled through his pack and found a spoon.
