Chapter 153 The Battlefield

Cormac slid the bowl of stew toward Kaelie and said, "It's cold out—have some to warm your stomach."

Kaelie lowered her gaze.

The stew glistened, its gravy a deep, glossy brown, thick from hours of gentle simmering. Rich, savory aromas rose like a soft cloud, instantly coaxing her appetite awake.

Kaelie replied, "Thank you, but I don't care for stew." She then casually picked up a ravioli and popp