“Now, I’m thirsty,” Lemuel complains.
“Who wouldn’t be with all that talking?” I say and massage my ears. We are now out of the farm area, and more houses start to appear. “There, go right,” I say, pointing the closest way to the town.
However, instead of complying, he goes to the left.
“Hey! Where are you going?”
“At Pablo’s inn, the food there is great. I came across earlier to eat, and their breakfast is heavenly. Do you think I can invite Aaron, that’s the guy’s name and he’s drunk by the way, to become my chef in the capital?”
Pablo’s inn? Aaron? I need to go. But how? Without looking like I am running away from him? I know. I loosen my arms around Lemuel, and I let myself fall. My right arm hits the ground, but I instinctively used my blessing to lighten my fall. Then, I rollov
