Seisyll insisted on keeping an eye on him for the night, but Arthur refused.
During the night, insects reigned and their buzzing could be heard, nothing like what they were used to. A swarm crossed the camp without stopping, leaving behind parts of their bodies, legs torn off in flight, and their weakest congeners.
In the morning, Arthur discovers his companions having breakfast. Beli, having often lived in camps, couldn't resist catching insects during the night.
There were winged insects, similar to Tashran grasshoppers, and they were roasting them over a low heat. Impaled on small branches.
The taste wasn't fantastic, but they'd had their fill of energy before resuming their walk.
"So, what destination are we taking today?" Melite asked.
Heaving a sigh, Arthur replied. "I'd like to take a closer look at this green coal mine. We need to be prepared to meet the local civilization. Seisyll, what should we expect?"
