Her face tightened.
"So all I end up doing is dealing with old men trying to charm me, shrewd scamming merchants, jealous women, and a host of unbelievably petty and menial matters!"
"And because you two don't ever need my services, I never make money, so I can't buy anything to grow or prepare myself for the coming barrier fall."
Uriel chuckled, but didn't stop her from complaining, letting her vent freely.
"Even the local baker near Crater Street has already reached the B Rank! The entire family!"
Uriel stared at her in disbelief. "The B Rank? In a week? How?"
His words only seemed to further fan the flames of her annoyance.
"You have no idea just how—!"
She continued on.
…
As it turned out, the lonely ex-housekeeper of the emporium had quite a few grievances to let out.
Perhaps too many.
Eventually, Enoch was stirred awake from his slumber by the chatter and the delicious smells spilling into the living room.
