When they had reached the forest, Ares had expected a fight, yet Peros waited for him. Ares stared at the god for a short while before they spoke up.
"Do you have nothing to offer for a drink or food?" Peros asked, his face relaxed.
"Right…" Ares returned and then he narrowed his eyes. "What exactly do you mean by that."
"Were we not meant to converse over food and drinks in relation to repay whatever you debt you believe that I owe?"
Ares remained silent for a short time but then he slowly nodded. "Alright, give me a moment." He said before he left Peros there, somewhat confused by the scene. He had gone to Salea, who was helping out with the counting, before being led to the giant pot that they had carried, which had still been fairly warm. Ares lifted it with ease and then he carried it, taking along a few bowls as well.
Ares placed the pot down in front of the god and then handed out the bowls, still a little confused at the situation.
