“The food of legends?”
“There are many tales in which someone is poisoned by an apple. So best to avoid apples. Less tales where someone is poisoned by toast.”
“Great, I'm starving.” She makes towards a cart with sizzling meat, then returns. “How do I pay?”
“I very much doubt that any trader here would accept a coin from you, m'lady.”
The man who serves her is shy, presenting her food with his head bowed. The meal consists of strips of marinated roasted meat cut from the bone, sandwiched in a chunk of bread and garnished.
Fiona's just about to take a bite when the cats appear from nowhere.
