"Hoh-oh! Hoh-oh! Hoh-oh," The Ogres chanted with an increasing pace as the meat turned from its previous pink color to a dark brown. The aroma of the spices covered the whole cliff, making each Ogre drool as they stared at Arthur.
Like a conductor in the middle of an orchestra, Arthur waved his hand, and the meat danced around him. The flames surrounded him in a circle as the Ogres waited for their meal.
When they were done, meat slabs descended from the sky and landed in front of the Ogres. They were gleeful and began clapping and stomping their feet on the ground. Arthur took it as a standing ovation and bowed after his performance.
"Eat to your heart's content." He said and returned to his seat as the Ogres began eating. Their expressions said it all: the pure delight they felt. The Ogres looked at Arthur as if he was their savior in the apocalypse.
"Ju ku Guni!" The Leader roared toward Arthur with a grateful expression, and Rosa hurried to translate.
