Even Derek looked up at that one.
"Five. Thousand?" Dreynor's jaw clicked slightly. "Is it wrapped in gold?"
"No, but the memory of tasting it is worth more than a vault of it," Kaelen said smoothly. "Also, it's extremely limited. We only have one basket left."
In the kitchen, three fresh baskets of Wyrmleaf glowed gently on the shelf.
Alira muttered under her breath, "We'll have a forest full by tomorrow."
Neal. "Let him work."
The noble glanced at his daughter. She hadn't said a word, but her stomach audibly growled.
He exhaled.
"Very well. Two plates."
Kaelen bowed deeply, clapped his hands, and rushed into the kitchen. He was the only one who could cook the dish as it needed his blood but he never mentioned that to anyone. The others tried copying the same but all ended in a failure.
Moments Later…
