Although the question seemed exceedingly abrupt at such a moment, Soma had grown accustomed to his master's habit of suddenly voicing strange thoughts.
As a bandit leader, Red Eye was certainly qualified, being sinister and cunning, never hesitating to get his hands dirty, nor to unfairly withhold his subordinates' shares.
To those bandits, having such a boss was already quite admirable.
With both strength and brains, Red Eye's bandit group had managed to reach its current size.
Despite not really wanting to answer such a nonsensical question, Soma, out of respect for his master, scratched at the scar on his face and dredged up an answer from the depths of his mind: "Lighting a fire, drinking booze, and eating meat?"
That was generally what he did in the camp during such times, as even merchant caravans would not dare to move about.
No one knew exactly what dangers lurked on the Silverwind Prairie.
