Kitchen Talks

Damien sat cross-legged in the cozy, makeshift kitchen of the Mercenary Guild, a space that was as simple as it was functional.

The faint aroma of herbs and spices mingled with the savory scent of beef, making the small room feel homely despite its utilitarian design.

In front of him was a built-in wooden table, on which neatly chopped vegetables were arranged stop small plates.

Across the room, Arielle stood by the stove, stirring a simmering pot. Her movements were graceful yet efficient, each step of her cooking process deliberate and precise.lie.te expert that she was.

Damien watched her intently, his usual sharp demeanor softened by curiosity. He wasn't just observing her—he was learning, taking mental notes of every step she took.

"You're unusually quiet," Arielle remarked without looking up from the pot.