Ezra
A heavy, exhausted sigh came through the door.
"Fine... fine, you stubborn creature," Allen muttered defeatedly. "Do not do anything silly while I'm gone. Do not try to move too quickly, do not stress yourself, and keep the door bolted. I will be right back."
I heard his boots stride quickly down the hall, and the sound of his transportation magic. He was going to teleport to the market. Better for me, at least I won't wait too long.
I waited in the quiet room, my stomach growling angrily. Roughly forty minutes later, a soft knock came from the door.
"Ezra?" Allen's tired voice whispered. "It's me. I got the duck."
I quickly unlocked the bolt and pulled the door open. Allen stood there holding a steaming, perfectly wrapped paper parcel that smelled deliciously of spiced honey and crispy roasted meat. He looked thoroughly exhausted, his hair slightly ruffled from his journey.
