Evening.
The rain poured heavily.
This long and vast rain had become the perpetual background noise, as the floodwaters accumulated on the mountain continuously poured down, turning the soil soft and muddy, becoming flash floods, cleansing every tree in the forest.
Such a scene even led viewers to believe that the cliffs and precipices on which the villa was situated had formed due to these years of relentless erosion.
Inside the house, Byron was eating the food in his bowl.
Meat soup and bread, the usual fare for the servants, and Byron wasn't picky. As a man used to the ways of the rivers and lakes, he could hold forth at banquets or shoot the breeze with the cooks in the kitchen. He wolfed down his food, making Shia feel hungry just watching.
"Give me a portion, too."
So, Shia asked a servant for a portion and ate it with Byron.