Chapter 35

When we finally make it to the town that Falcon kept telling us was close, Joffrey is a sweaty mess of sore feet and complaints about hunger. The small town is filled to the brim with people, the sun setting on them as they dine outside near blazing fires laughing and enjoying their simple lives. Jealousy creeps in as I watch them, just live their lives.

This is something I have always wanted. To survive long enough to get a good job, and finally, be able to eat at a restaurant properly and laugh with friends at night. Things that seem so minuscule or unappreciated by many people. The same things that people from my realm pretended was stupid, yet we all stared with hope and wonder.

“Can we eat at a restaurant?” I ask before I even realize the words come out.

“I prefer to take out,” Joffrey says, patting his stomach when we pass an outdoor eatery and the server passes us with a steaming plate of gooey cheese pizza. My stomach gurgles and I’m tugged further along by Falcon.

“We shoul