Meal by wind rider

Meal

Meal

I.

The Master told us to scout the mountains and find the hidden way. I am excited. If all goes to plan, I shall be feasting soon. I shall bear one flimsy orc or two willingly for that. (Regardless of the fact that it is the Master’s order anyway…)

II.

We have come upon some Elves, I know it. I am not young, and have tasted both the delicacies and the bitter and disgusting parts of life. And Elven flesh definitely falls into the former category.

My nose twitches with mounting excitement as we creep nearer. The smell is so, so sweet…