"Borrow a knife?"
The cute and cuddly voice woke Rom from his deep thoughts. He glanced at the small window in the corner, and realized the sky had already turned dark.
"Who wants to borrow a knife? A little girl? Weird?" Rom frowned. He slowly stood up and grabbed the wine canister at the side. He opened the cover and had a gulp before walking to the door.
Even though he was slowly losing control of his emotions in these two years, he couldn't reject children as he got older.
Rom opened the door, and saw a little half-elf girl about four, five years old standing at the door. The little one was so pretty, and she was looking up at him now.
"Little one, why are you knocking on my door?" Rom tried to lower his voice so he wouldn't scare this little one.
