Some of the meat has been carved already, and the hunters already seated around the fire dig in as they chat among themselves. They glance up when Serim and Jerath approach, some looking a little nervous after Jerath growled at them earlier. Although most of the camp are sitting and eating, Jerath can’t see Meren among them, but he does notice Torek sitting off to the side on the trunk of an uprooted tree. He nudges Serim and nods over in Torek’s direction. She takes the hint, heading over and settling beside him with Jerath following after her. “Help yourself to some food,” Torek says and gestures at one of the men. The man nods and grabs two wooden plates from a stack on the ground next to him. Serim starts to stand again but Jerath stops her with a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll get these, you stay and relax.” She smiles up at him and he walks over to collect their food. It smells delicious again, and Jerath’s stomach grumbles loudly, causing the men closest to him to laugh.
