He thought back to his previously smug coping strategies and suddenly felt as childish as a little kid.
He was still playing at drugging and threatening.
Others had already started to kill and set fires.
"This is a misunderstanding..." Doli felt he might still salvage the situation.
"We aren't discussing this," Brian said, pulling out a small knife to cut open Doli's clothes and throw them into the roaring fire behind him.
He leaped down from the high platform, moved away from the high heat, took a moment to look around, and then nodded with satisfaction,
"Doli, do you know about roasting?
Close-range high-temperature roasting, then using the fat inherent in the food to slowly cook it from the inside; those fats being compressed by the tight roasted meat to the surface, buttery and fragrant, neither dry nor oily, preserving the most original delicious taste of the meat…"
Whoosh~
