Chapter 22 The Weight Of The Guild

• The next morning, I woke before dawn and started cooking.
• Not for customers. For myself. For practice. I needed to understand what the Gourmet Guild would want, what they would look for, what would make them decide whether this inn was a hidden gem or a rustic joke.
• I knew nothing about the Guild's standards beyond what Kaelen and Isabelle had told me. They were ruthless. They were impartial. They had ruined chefs with a single bad review. But they had also raised unknown taverns to fame with a word of praise.