I’m going on lunch and so is Safry.” “What?” Ishkr and Drassi had already gone on their break, but suddenly Maran was finding a seat and Safry was bringing over some of Erin’s magically fresh food, heated up and piping hot. Lyonette protested. “You can’t do that!” “We get a break. That’s the Innkeeper’s Guild’s policy and Erin agreed. We’re having lunch now. We’ll be done in thirty minutes. You can handle things until then.” Suddenly, there were over twenty hungry people all demanding drinks and food at the same time.
Fuck. These. Bitches.
