A sweet aroma wafted through the air, the smallest hint of spiciness hidden within the sweet scent. Everyone at the camp could feel saliva start to build up in their mouths in anticipation. This made for the perfect motivation to wrap up the tents as quickly as possible. And the moment the tents were set up, the disciples and the siblings hurried toward the fire.
Nodding to the newcomers, Bil asked, "Are you using your own flatware, or do I need to supply them?"
The mercenaries answered with their actions, bringing out some plates and utensils. Kriff, Ayjen, and Willo followed their example. But Orsen was left out with a shy smile.
Zac quickly joined them after double-checking the quality of the tents. Then he sighed and supplied Orsen with a simple set of flatware: a plate, a bowl, a cup, and utensils. "Here. Use it till we're back in Frantoch. Damage it or don't wash it, and you'll pay to replace them. Got it?"
