Munch! Munch!
"..."
Berkah sat quitely on a chunk of soft earth he spawned, and watched the silver-haired boy inhale the food that was delivered by a Death Knight.
Despite his initial fear of the Undead, the boy quickly got over it and helped himself to multiple servings of said food.
Elation illuminated his face with every bite he took, as if the basic military rations was the best thing to have ever graced his taste buds.
His stallion on the other hand, was sleeping on a bed of grass not too far from where they stood, its stomach completely bloated as if it would burst if punctured by the smallest of needles.
[He kinda looks like that warmongering freak, I guess they really are brothers.]
Berkah muses as he patiently awaited the boy to finish, and it seemed as though it would be soon, given how he had already eaten more than half of the mountain served to him.
[This brat... He has so much Mana.]
