CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
We continued onward and the few food shops made a question pop into my head. “How come your family doesn’t have your restaurant here?”
She turned to me with a sheepish smile. “My great-grandfather built the restaurant close to the caves to serve everyone and we have grown fond of the location, as have many of the other restaurant owners. Besides, the cooking district is prone to chimney fires and many would prefer they remain where they are.”
“Arian!” The shout came from a jolly man of sixty who stood in a small cluster of adults. Many of them had scowls on their faces and he was the sole jolly survivor of the sea of ire. He waved us over. “It’s been too long!”
“Good morning, Lord Tongle!” Arian called back as a bright smile brightened her face.
“Are you listen
