Capítulo 398: Human: Roldan, IV

A bag of meat was strapped to the stag's back. There were dozens of them and Roldan was tempted to take one and sizzle it with oil over the fire dancing in front of them. 

Faeranduhl made fire after their travels were put to a halt due to a heavy sand storm. They were inside a cavern where Faeranduhl took the initiative to check every nook. Insects the size of the half-elf, some flying beasts clinging on the ceiling of the cavern, and some sand boring beasts, to which Faeranduhl did the honor to take them all out. Not leaving one to Roldan. 

"Are you serious now?" Roldan asked, rolling a piece of whitish and soft vegetables on his palm. He craved meat. The meat was the man's only source of energy and women. "Meat, Faeranduhl. Meat. Have you ever heard of it?" 

Faeranduhl smiled and his eyes, the shape of oblong but thin, darted at the meat the stag had been carrying on its back. "Yes," he said and nodded to Roldan. "I heard, saw, and smelled it."