Chapter 8 - The First Spark

"Miss Alessia, please take my pork! Have a feast for dinner tonight!" A butcher ambushed Alessia's path and respectfully shoved a thick slice of pork in her face. Her eyes widened, surprised by the sudden offering, and took a few steps back. His head was ducked down, purposefully avoiding her eyes which forced her to accept the pork. 

She stuffed it in her basket, which already contained too many fruits and vegetables from her short trip to the market. Ever since the raid, the people have been very generous to her—to the three of them. Some even considered sculpting them to display their faces in the well, the center of the village. They were too grateful and she's starting to grow irritated. At first, it was nice, having all these resources on your palm without a word, but now it was starting to irk her. She's i