Aella landed on the street beside the massive plaza where tens of chefs were staring at the sky with terrified faces. A surge of fire had just burned half of the plaza, and they only survived thanks to the present wizards, healers, and the head chef.
As Aella landed beside them, she looked around and asked the closest chef. "The damage, how much did we lose to the fire?"
That man paled as the Queen and Emperor stood in front of him. He took a deep, hoarse breath and spoke, "We lost the flower, and a lot of vegetables. We also lost a lot of our equipment; we might not be able to feed a quarter of our target number."
Aella frowned and looked at the burned tents and countless charred boxes of produce.
"This is bad, multiple houses burned, and some people won't find anything to eat… so we'll need to feed even more people than before." She then looked at Arad. "Should we call it off? Or just make something simple in bulk?"
