They were quiet for a while, watching the man's expert moves.
Whoa! He flipped those flimsy looking eggs and easily caught them in the pan.
Whoa! How could those plants be sliced so thin?
Wow, how could that hard, gamey meat from monsters be cubed so perfectly?
Ravin was the first to gather his wits, and he turned to look at the goblins. "Who is that?" he asked, asking which top chef this was, as he was unfamiliar. He would then ask what he was doing here as a follow-up. Unexpectedly, he did not receive such an answer from the little ones.
"Oh! That is our master, the Innkeeper," the goblins chimed in. "Please, good sirs, let us register and book you a room."
Micc was the one in charge of the front desk whenever there were customers. Customers were rare though, so he would spend most of his time helping out with forming the giant kiln bit by bit and then also killing the monsters that attacked the barrier.
