I Prefer To Work Alone

Raegar spent a few more days in the Blood Temple but planned to leave so he could do more hunting in the forest. He wore his armor and hood, as the weather was getting cold. 'This should keep me warm. I can go sell more of my loot to Mary,' he thought.

While standing at the window, Rowena entered the room with a smile. ''Ready to leave, young master? We normally would have let you stay here, but many of the people have been getting ill because of winter,'' she said.

''I understand,'' he replied while putting on his magic bag. ''The citizens need the temple more than ever, as they'll get ill during the bitter days. I'll be leaving shortly, just going to make some bread.''

Rowena looked at him and giggled. ''Come this way. You can use the kitchen, young master,'' she offered.