It was late and the night sky lacked the moon Cristian had gotten used to seeing. At this moment, he sat before a round wooden table.
A large piece of roasted meat was before him and it was from the Croc he killed. Others, sitting at different tables, also feasted on the meat the innkeeper had prepared.
Then orange light from the candles illuminated the room in its cozy glow.
Stabbing a dagger into the meat, Cristian cut out a large piece and stuffed it into his mouth while maintaining a stare-off with Adar, who did the same but ate a larger piece.
Chuckling, Azog grabbed the large meat before him and bit a huge chunk. Munching loudly, he grabbed the ale and emptied the contents.
"You two are kids." He mocked them, laughing at Cristian and Adar.
The girls were certainly not attracted to such barbaric eating manners, but the competition between the three men drew their attention.
