When Elise finally left the city in the early evening she was feeling notably grumpy. She’d spent the rest of the day at the crafting hall, grinding crafting requests for gold - which they sorely needed. She was hungry, having completely forgotten to eat lunch, and the walk back to Pounce in the heat of the waning summer sun was not doing her mood any favors.
“Elllllssssss,” Pita whined as he stirred a pot. The druid had built a fresh fire in the sparring pit, and set up a make-shift cooking station using a tripod, some chain, and a large bubbling pot. He was using one of the benches as a prep station.
“Try this, try this! No one believes me when I tell them it’s good.” The little druid said as he dipped a smaller spoon into the pot before proferring it to the ranger with a manic grin on
