He came into a leafy room with several beds carved right out of the walls, which were actually the interior of the tree’s trunk. There were several small stools and a table, along with a stove already burning with fire, a pot atop it in one corner. The shiny droplets of mist were still in the air, but inside the room were less than outside, and Remtall could see more clearly. Adacon and Calan were already fast at work preparing some kind of elven feast that Remtall had smelled for the last leg of his climb.“Smells like a fine supper coming, what are you making?” Remtall blurted out, trying to catch his breath without appearing winded.“It’s Miew meat, stewed with many different fruits and vegetables found here in the jungle,” Calan explained.“What is Miew?” asked Adacon, as he helped Calan withdraw utensils from a nearby wooden chest.“A galloping rover of Carbal Jungle, an animal much like wild deer in Arkenshyr,” she explained.“It doesn’t concern me what kind of meat it is, just as long as it’s meat all the same.
