Sunshine was a little surprised to see the wrapper. And it was in such pristine condition! They had cleaned it and removed all the wrinkles. But there was just one question now. Had they preserved it for a good or bad reason?
Were they planning to force her to stay back and provide food to them like the Noxians had tried to force her to stay back and fix their eggs? Her hand tightened on her hammer.
She marked the positions of the people around her. In her mind she drew up a ten second defense plan which would end with the system teleporting her away.
"This?" Othyrean's voice trembled. "Because of this. Do you… have more? Are you the maker?"
She replied carefully. "I am not the maker. But I know a place where they are made. Why do you ask?"
A sound rippled through the eavesdropping crowd_ gasps, broken sobs, whispered hope. Tears filled the eyes of starving people.
Someone whispered, "Savior…"
Another, "Food… real food…"
