“Yeah, but—!” Erin gestured helplessly at the door as Ceria helped her gather all the silver coins. Ceria glanced out the door—the Drakes hadn’t yet made it to the city gates. They weren’t exactly fast on their feet, especially as they tried not to drop the pizza slices. “Want me to hit them with a spell? I’ve got a pretty good aim.” “No, no. I just wish I’d had a day to sell my food before it got taken away. I guess they’re going to earn a lot of money tonight.” Ceria patted Erin sympathetically on the shoulder. “If it helps, I think people will know where the food came from. Next time, you
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