After the large logs caught fire, they began roasting skewer after skewer over the flames.
The orcs of the Alonso Tribe looked somewhat displeased.
Putting precious food on the Fire Seed to roast, can it still be eaten?
Could it be that Shaman Ji Nuan and Shaman Harry don't want to eat the food provided by their tribe and are deliberately wasting it?
However, these thoughts didn't last long.
Soon, the skewers of meat over the fire began to emit enticing aromas, like little hooks tugging at the orcs' hearts.
"It smells so good; is roasted beast meat supposed to smell this great?"
"Suddenly, the meat in my hand doesn't smell appealing at all."
The old shaman placed the cold meat in his hand back onto the large leaf and began focusing intently on the skewers of roasted meat with enchanted beast scents, drooling.
His beard got wet, and it was only Nimble Nigel who noticed and helped wipe it away.
