When night fell, the atmosphere of the camp in the forest became crowded. The slaves who lived there gathered around the bonfire, joking around.
Some people seem to burn the hunted animals. The fragrant aroma of the roast beef had already spread through the air, making them even more impatient.
Namara sat far away under a tree. She held the jar of wine and took a sip. Her smile broke when she heard the jokes of some of the people near the bonfire.
Suddenly someone walked up to her and sat beside her. Namara turned and saw Arcen who was carrying a skewer of grilled fish. The man gave it to her.
"Thank you," said Namara. She also accepted Arcen's gift.
"Why didn't Miss join the gathering there?" he asked.
Namara smiled. "It's nothing. I just want to enjoy this in peace."
"Miss, if you find it tiring, you can ask Master Eros for help," Arcen said.
