Sarda, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 39th day of Fall, Arenfall
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The soup simmered as the flames continued to lick on the pot. The elf lifted the lid, releasing the wonderful aroma of vegetable and meat. Adaloun's stomach began to growl as he inhaled the delectable flavors of the soup.
"That's a wonderful…" Adaloun's saliva dripped as he spoke. He covered his mouth and wiped the dripping fluid from it. He was famished since he trained the beastman the rest of the day, that he forgot lunch. "'Scuse me, is that ready?" He asked the elf.
The elf covered her mouth to hide the huge cracking smile on her face. She nodded to answer his question. Adaloun took the bowl and didn't wait for the elf's signal. He took the ladle in the pot and scooped a generous amount of vegetable and meat into his bowl.
