Fragrant.
Truly fragrant.
Aske finished his barbecue and collected all the bamboo skewers.
Then he turned around and saw a group of ghouls sprinting up the ramp, their sharp claws kicking up dust on the mountain road.
Upon reflection, it made sense. If the undead saw a human feasting on the mountain, they wouldn't consider it a "taunt" but would suspect the man was setting up an ambush or a trap above.
Perhaps triggering an avalanche to bury and destroy all the undead?
So, to be safe, the commander would certainly choose to send the undead to kill the man.
On the battlefield below, the Golden Bird Mercenary Group also noticed the attack on the distant hillside.
Although it was somewhat politically incorrect, everyone simultaneously assumed with a biased mindset that the man was more likely doomed.
Who told you to eat barbecue and drink beer at the edge of the battlefield? You'd deserve to die!
