"...For glory!"
"Uh…"
Rhys did not really know what to do as the people started swinging and flailing raw guts in front of his face. He just wanted to walk away, but it was impossible as he was now being surrounded by more than a dozen, almost naked muscular men; their sweat and the blood of the giant boar, just stuck to Rhys as they cheered and pushed each other.
"...I don't really want to—"
And before Rhys could even refuse to eat the raw guts being brandished in front of his face, all the sweaty muscular men, the citizens, and even the children all stopped eating the boar as they just suddenly glared at him — the expressions on their faces, extremely offended almost as if Rhys had just stepped on the statue of their god.
Rhys had a feeling that if he refused this bloody meal in front of him, he wouldn't be welcome at all inside the joyous city — and that shouldn't happen since he did not even have a map of this new world he found himself in.
