“Great,” Crow grinned when Penelope said they could stay to eat. He began to look over the food stands, searching for the source of the smell of cooked venison. When she spoke again, he turned back to her and laughed, “Maybe you are, but to be fair, I’m pretty persistent when I find something I want.” Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he pulled her to his side in an embrace and kissed her on the head. “I got you, didn’t I? It doesn’t matter that I’m a lawless commoner. I still won over the most beautiful woman in Brerra,” he winked at her wryly. “Come on. Let’s eat.”

Crow walked with Penelope as they browsed the stands until he found a vendor selling various meat dishes. The delicious smell made his mouth water, and his stomach growled expectantly. Venison was a luxury to a peasant like him, and he planned to make the most of this trip. Stepping up to the merchant, he selected three plates that looked especially good and pulled out the money to purchase them.

“Picking up supper to feed your family, eh?” the vendor chuckled as he pocketed the coins.

“Sure, why not,” Crow grinned, collecting the plates he had bought. He turned to Penelope and shrugged, “Don’t judge me, love. I may never have venison again.”