"Hey, Brandon! Help me out with the meat!" A dark-skinned man called a handsome blonde. He had a large build and his once-bald head was now filled with curly hair.
The blonde, Brandon, then threw wind blades and cut the meat in relatively equal sizes.
On another side, a pale-skinned bald soldier grabbed the collar of a narrow-eyed man." Mao, stop eating that! That's still raw!"
The man looked heartbroken when the meat was taken away and thrown back to the fire.
"But—"
Several lively scenes happened simultaneously around the campfire.
The group ate happily, not saving on the Captain's signature sauce, and the indigenous mercenary team benefited from the good food.
Bart sat beside Garan, chewing the delicious Hyena thigh in his hand.
"What's that weapon?" He asked, head pointing at Jake and Brandon, the people who used the crossbow.
