The trickling of the fire reflected on Rhys's silver eyes as he just sat there alone in the night. Well, as much as he could be alone with the current situation — with a freshly killed gryphon in their hands, the village did not waste any time at all in marinating and roasting the entire thing for the duration of the entire day.
Rhys was just one of the many circling the fire with a piece of meat in his hand. Rhys really only had gryphon once or twice and never roasted. The juice was practically dripping from the leaf he was using as a plate.
It wasn't only him that was just staring at the fire. Everyone practically stopped working as they all just set up a feast right in the center of the village, with the entire gryphon still rotating on top of the large fire. Unlike the quiet and peaceful night he had last night, everyone was practically drunk; cheering and sometimes even screaming Rhys's name.
