The orange sun bled over the vast forest as smoke coiled lazily into the sky from the bubbling cauldron set atop glowing coals. The clearing that Leonhardt stopped in was barely wide enough for the carriage and the fire pit, wrapped by mossy stones and scattered dry pine needles.
Steam puffed from their bowls, rich with the scent of salt, juicy meat and wild herbs foraged by Leonhardt thanks to the skills he gained from the dark elves.
Leonhardt sat with his legs crossed on a thick rolled blanket beside the crackling fire, chewing thoughtfully on a soft, succulent piece of roasted spider meat. Across from him, Zafira sat like an empress on an elevated slab of rock, with her arms crossed under her breasts, bare legs stretching out, which revealed her sensual figure and toned muscles.
The fire made her raven hair shimmer with a golden hue, as her tail lazily flicked behind her, occasionally hurling more twigs into the flames with a slight smirk.
