Man needs food as iron needs steel; skip a meal, and the hunger feels real.
Owen pointed at the steamed buns, "Fancy a couple more?"
"Been eating these all the way here, aren't we fed up yet?" Berkeley grimaced, "Let's head into town for a meal instead."
Though they could hunt for meat at any time during their journey, their staple food was limited to steamed buns, which they had grown thoroughly tired of.
Just then, the county magistrate arrived, inviting the leaders of both troops to a feast in town, a gesture of welcome for the officers.
Timothos naturally accepted the invitation—why pass up a good thing?
However, he still sought Owen's opinion, to which Owen gestured for him to go ahead.
With a grin, Timothos followed the magistrate.
Owen and his party decided to dine out elsewhere.
