He still looked like a monk to Zen.
Zen had so many questions, but it was then that Rosie arrived with the travelers’ spread of food. Zen’s stomach grumbled from the smell of it all, having gone without a meal since morning, and his hunger must have betrayed itself, because while Morty and Dante dug into their meat pies, Khel looked on Zen in sympathy and broke his bread and cheese to share.
Zen shouldn’t. He’d been ordered not to partake.
But then he figured why not add another sin when he’d already piled up so many.
“Thank you.” Zen bowed his head and began to eat with the others, remembering his refilled ale that he’d neglected while listening to Morty’s story.
After several bites and long gulps from his tankard, he couldn’t contain his curiosity.
“So…you hope to get inside this b
