Once they reached the top of the hill where the Windmill sat Imenry glanced about. No one was up here at the moment, and she moved towards the stacks of boxes and the wooden overhang built off the side of the cliff. It gave a good view of the village sprawled around the lake below. She set the tray down first, on a low crate, then shifted to sit on the ground, moving her sword and pack off her back and situating the pack so she could lean against it.
"Chorta's love affair huh? Sounds interesting. Just how old was this Bean Keeper? And... why did she keep beans? Or was that just what they called her?"
She grinned and reached for a hunk of bread, using her dagger to spread some of the soft cheese over it. She took a bite and simply enjoyed the meal. She often went days with little to eat other than berries picked on the side of the road, and wild game she killed and cured herself. It would likely be that and rations for their journey to the east.