Chapter 402: Why a chef?

"Remember what I said and you might make it out," Elero warned.

"Got it," Olpi nodded.

The two returned to their original positions just as Owen descended into the shelter, dragging in the smoky stench of incense. He glanced both Elero and Olpi up and down, then grabbed his bag. He opened it and Olpi's heart rate spiked. He deposited an empty bag of chalk, paused, then drew a small blade from under his shirt. "Olpi, was it?" He asked, staring at her through the reflection in his blade.

Olpi swallowed her saliva. "Yeah, why?"

Owen knelt in front of her, his imposing figure blocking the firelight, and reached out a hand filled with mana. Olpi flinched. The pain in her broken leg spiked as Owen's hand wrapped around it. She felt bones snap back into place and she opened her eyes to find a radiant energy around her restored leg. "Try moving it now,"

Olpi moved her leg around. "It still hurts a bit."