Chapter 32
Today's Council meeting was a tad bit informal. Breakfast was served by the garden tended by the village. It wasn't much of a garden for flowers, but really for produce to be used fresh. The sun was nice and warm on my skin while the early morning air hung around us in a cool embrace. Hangover potions were handed around. It was lucky we were in a witching village because these vials never ran out with us.
Polite conversation ran around the table. I wasn't actively trying to be a part of the discussion, just a casual observer while I enjoyed my scrambled eggs and hot breakfast tea. Topics were in wide array: politics, war, strategy, and an over-abundance of gossip from last night’s material. Felix gained congratulations from everyone with his now public declaration of a soulmat
