Role

Chapter 7

It was perfect: A business idea like no other. The Galadon marketplace
stood no chance. The baker and butcher wouldnt know what hit them.

It was rare Vree had a moment to part from the time needed to administer
the laws, but this venture would be worth it. Shiny, efficient, and more
valuable than a golden goose stood Vrees new magical food stand.

The gnomish workers were set to serve, awaiting Vree's signal as she
stood looking at her watch. They would start at the break of dawn and
crush the competition.

The time had come, she barked an order, and they began to operate shelf
upon shelf of pouches lined in a row. There must have been fifty
pouches, acquired with time and effort that would now pay dividends. The
little gnomes ran up and down the line, opening and shutting the pouches
quickly. Another gnome sorted, while still more gnomes began to serve
the tables that had been spread out to cover the market square.

The pre fixe menu was perfect: Warm chunks of bread, followed by a large
clay bowl filled with hot beef stew, then an appetizer of taglo jerky
skewers. Next one could choose their main course from the three options
of fillet of silverpike, braised lamb shank, or even almost-farm-to-table
chicken. Then came the warm, and if she could say so herself,
scrumptious pastries. And then not to be outdone, who didnt want to go
home with an iced werewolf cookie?

Okay sure, there was SOME waste, as evident by the extra 162 large clay
bowls of hot beef stew and that gnome over there buried in that pile of
werewolf cookies. But what did that matter when the prices were cheap
(free) and there was always the paladin soup kitchen?