As the campfire crackled and the embers scattered, Atalia's servant slipped a hand into her worn burlap pack. With fluid motion, she produced a small parcel wrapped tightly in cloth and peeled it open to reveal a collection of candies, glistening faintly against the firelight like polished gems.
Moving with bowed head, she began to distribute them—first to the children, then to the women, her demeanor humble, eyes lowered. The sweets, innocent in appearance, sparked joy in the little ones, momentarily lifting the heavy mood that hung over the camp like a storm cloud.
But those watching closely would notice something peculiar: she carried not one pouch of candy, but two. Her hands moved quickly and deftly, drawing confections from their respective wraps. Some received three pieces. Those who had their meals had only one. At first glance, it seemed random. But it wasn't.
Luki, ever suspicious, narrowed his eyes.