After going through all of the sick men, Ning began checking the lightly wounded people. Some scrapes, some cuts. He made sure not to miss anything.
Once he was done with it all, he sat back to watch them all.
"What are you guys eating?" he asked.
"Some fowl, some rabbits. Some fruits and berries," the leader said.
"Are you making sure the berries aren't poisonous?" he asked.
"That short man over there comes from a family of fruit sellers. He knows enough about berries for us to only pick the ones that won't poison us. Anything we don't recognize, we throw away."
"That's good," Ning said. "And do you just roast the dead animals over the fire?"
"When we have fire, yes," the man said.
"And when you don't have fire?" Ning asked.
"We either search for something else to eat or we go to sleep hungry," the man said. "We have no other choice here."
