The broth was working.
I could tell from behind the counter. The bowls coming back from the twenty-five were cleaner than the first batch. Not empty. These weren't guests who ate in any sense I had a word for. But the level was lower. That mattered. Something in the lighter base was getting through to them the right way.
I made a note on the recipe.
Then I went back to watching the corridor entrance. I'd been doing that off and on since Vassara and Brenne went downstairs.
Brenne first. Her two behind her.
You notice when something's different. It's a habit you develop running an inn.
Her feathers were right again. The compound had done exactly what Torvel said it would. I marked that down as an interesting point for the cart situation in general. The feathers were sitting flat along her spine smoothly. Just like they had been the first time she walked through my door, before the sewer had gotten involved.
Her hair had come out well too.
