"Here we are, my lady," Milra stopped in front of the entrance to the kitchen.
"Lovely, thank you," Ohara smiled.
"Some advice, my lady. If you wish to speak to the cook, please do not take his words to heart. He might come off as a bit rude, especially if you wish to prepare something in his kitchen," she said.
"Thank you, Milra. I truly appreciate your words. Are you leaving?" Ohara smiled.
"No, my lady. I will remain, however, I will not be able to say anything as it might make him more angry," she said.
"Alright then, let us go," Ohara smiled.
She walked into the kitchen and was instantly blasted by a wave of heat. She felt so hot and began to sweat. Her nostrils were invaded with a host of different aromas that smelled so delicious but the taste was definitely wanting.
There the cook stood, he was busy stirring something in a huge pot that was on the fire.
