Chapter 97: When you are young, when you are old.

"An idea? What kind?" the mayor asked, puzzled.

"Well, Marcellus here is a master rune smith, the ladies who performed are master bakers," Chavu began. He was not sure if his idea was going to be well received. It was one thing to welcome him to visit, another to accept what he was suggesting.

"And? You don't mean?" the mayor asked. He looked at the grannies, who were looking at Chavu with hopeful gazes.

"A dungeon contract for these fine ladies. They could make bread, Marcellus could make a rune to keep it fresh, or we can store it in bottomless bags. Then, we can sell it, to both Gorington and other settlements in Eagle's Sanctuary," Chavu told the mayor with an unsure smile.

This was the moment of truth. If he got denied now, he would know that, for the people of Gorington, he was and will always be, just a mob.

A loud cheer spread amidst the grannies.

"We have a job," the boxing granny exclaimed. "Someone wants to hire us!"