Starry Night (2)
"The owner?" Leguna inquired. He only saw the chubby woman.
"He was a nice man called Cook," Eirinn said, "I was dumped in the slave market in a small town. If I wasn't sold off fast enough I would just starve to death."
Leguna's fists tightened once again.
I was so close to never seeing her again. Thank you, oh gods in heaven, for keeping Eirinn safe...
"He pitied me, so he bought me and brought me back here. I would've died long ago if he hadn't taken me in."
"Where is he now?" Leguna owed him a thanks for saving his dear friend.
"He… He's dead."
Leguna suddenly remembered the woman had said her husband had died a drunkard a few years earlier.
"Did... he drink himself...