Night came. Elder Father sat beside a campfire alone, listening to the warm crackling of wood chips being burnt. His hands were holding a metal skewer with a slab of meat over the fire, waiting patiently until it was cooked to perfection.
Oils from the fat of meat dripped into the fire, creating a crisp sizzling sound that echoed through the campsite. Everyone in the vicinity turned their heads to take in a waft of perfectly cooked meat. Hunger pangs started wrecking through their body, but they didn't dare to walk over there to request for some because someone they were deathly afraid of was already there.
"You've come at just the right time. The meat is perfectly cooked." Elder Father revealed a gentle smile in a certain direction.
Something flew out from that direction and towards Elder Father.