Chapitre 118: First Custom Product

It was decided to let the young Amary rest at the north farm for a day or two. Her two siblings protested greatly, wanting to take her home the same night.

It was Sarel that stopped their protests. "There are things I cannot examine without her waking. Tomorrow or the day after, you can take her home when I'm done."

With those words from the Lowpool's hidden mystic chef, Adtra and Haral could only reluctantly give way.

"I will repay this kindness," Haral burst out, earnestly. "To everyone, I promise!"

His sister bowed, in the female manner of clasping both hands close to her chest and lowering her head. "We will not forget."

Haral quickly followed her in the Ascharonian male version of the bow, resting a fist over one's heart and bending from the waist.

"Come, come," Barham grasped both their arms warmly. "Are we not from the same roots? Do not be reserved."