The campfire crackled merrily, providing the six people sitting around it with a modicum of warmth.
Their stomachs were screaming for food, one wave of hunger surpassing the next, begging their masters to satisfy their cravings.
"Folks, have you had dinner yet?" After preparing the "Carrot's" dinner, Bartlett asked the people around him.
"We ate earlier," the coachman replied. "When you're on the road, you can't be too picky. Just grab a simple bite and fill your stomach. He idly drew with a stick on the ground while saying, "If you haven't eaten, I have some bread and smoked sausage. The bread is made from wheat flour, not rye. Rye bread, unless freshly baked, will scratch your throat if you eat it after half a day."
The coachman seemed talkative, but then again, who isn't a talkative coachman?
Oh, there is one indeed, the one in Hannah's team who knows how to handle the Takara Curved Knife.
"No such problem when soaked in soup," Bartlett replied.
