The crackling, orange, flickering flames roaring up to the skies reflected in Asher's golden eyes. Seated on a log, leaning forward with a thick coat over him, Asher calmly ate the stew from the bowl in his hand.
There were hundreds of gatherings around fireplaces as the knights ate ravenously. It took two more days to round up and utterly wiped out the orc army.
After three days of intense battle, a stew this aromatic was a good reward. After all, there wasn't a proper time to prepare a good meal with the threat of the orcs hanging over their heads.
"This is good." Galanar nodded. He was amongst those that sat in the company of Asher. All of them could be considered leaders in the army.
"A hearty meal after a battle is a nice touch." Omar chuckled. He dipped his spoon into the stew, put the contents in his mouth and began to chew.
"You're something with the sword, aren't you, Nero."
Galanar looked at Nero. The silent BloodBlade lifted up his head, his eyes sharp.
