Victor chuckled. "I'm glad. I'll have a good appetite later!"
"Alright, alright, eat as much as you want. I'll keep my promise about the feast." I then turned to Mila. "Go prepare some food."
Mila nodded and walked briskly into the kitchen. Victor and I sat facing each other on the sofa, neither of us speaking for a while.
"So," Victor finally broke the silence, "where are you going?"
I nodded. "I have to go to Cerromir."
At the mention of the name, Victor's eyes flickered. "That place... Do you really have to go?"
"I must."
Victor didn't say anything more.
Mila came out of the kitchen with plates of steaming food, breaking the tense silence between us.
"Here, have some food," she said. "There's your favorite roast."
The three of us sat around the dining table, enjoying the farew
