I knew that Goreans liked bread having round shape, flat loaves. I was kneading alone in the camp. The dawn colored the camp, so it looked differently than in daylight. Sunshine was not hot; it warmed my back and butt.

A woman came out of one of the wagons. She was tall; her slender body was covered with a nice cloak. She came straight to me. I greeted her and we talked a bit. She was as kind as beautiful.

She left and I continued to knead. I put the ready loaves on fire and went to sleep. I hoped that the bread would be ready when the camp would wake up.
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