"Got it." Tilan nodded, then skewered the lamb chops in front of herself and Ores, examining them curiously and sniffing them.
The smell was indeed a bit gamey, but still tolerable. After all, being able to eat meat here was an extreme luxury.
"An exquisite delicacy." Flan couldn't wait to skewer the roasted meat, clearly very much looking forward to it.
On the other side, Guy sat with Daggerstick, talking about recent events, occasionally shaking his head, as if reminded of something sad.
Tilan held a wooden stick and watched the lamb sizzle and grease up beside the flames. Although it was somewhat gamey, after sprinkling a bit of salt, the aroma made her appetite grow.
Indeed, the scent of grilled meat is a genetic preference. Beside her, Ores also grabbed a stick, imitating Tilan's continuous rotations, staring intently at the oily, golden-brown lamb chops.
