Northern and Lieutenant Dante came back to a lit fire ominously shading the faces of all those who sat around it.
Atop the flames were several sticks plunged into large lumps, sort of darkened from the position Northern and the Lieutenant observed them from.
But they didn't need to see clearly to know that the group was skewering monster meat. Aside from the obviousness of the act, the sumptuous aroma suddenly made their stomachs growl.
Northern gulped and stepped forward, taking a seat next to Ryan, crossing his legs as he joined them on the muddy ground.
No one even cared how muddy it was; they were lucky enough to even have semi-hard ground to begin with.
The ground wasn't so muddy that it would begin to sink them in. The soil's water-retaining ability was just ample.
Northern looked around for a moment. He wondered if Ryan had made a suggestion to freeze the ground, but he immediately got his answer.