At the Lute and Pillage Tavern, Anika the thief held a bottle above fried chicken. Nothing came out.
"Hey barkeep!" she yelled. "I'm out of sauce!"
Aleks glanced up. "Freydis!" he called out. "More wing sauce?"
Without glancing up, a teenage girl in a school uniform waved her hand. A winged rat flew over and, like a dragon breathing fire, spewed forth a stream of orange sauce.
Anika stared at her chicken. "I'm not sure if I should be impressed," she said, "or disgusted...."
