As night comes to Hellsburg, the soldiers that had been training non-stop at their encampment behind the mansion had finally halted, resting around campfires while they ate sup made out of mushrooms.
Soldier 1: [Mushrooms. This city has expensive meat. I'd rather be in the capital if this will be the stuff we will be eating anyway, right? H-Hey....]
Looking at the bowl that they were given, the soldier quickly made a disgusted face after seeing the brown soup made out of mushrooms.
He tried to share his sentiment with the others around the fire, however, they all seemed busy eating the soup with wide eyes, as if they'd never eaten.
Soldier 2: [Stop rambling and eat! You're missing out!]
One had to stop and point at the lad's soup with his spoon, sipping the last of his own as he wanted seconds.
Soldier 1: [What the heck? What's so different about this? This is like a poor city's food!]
