Bruce did not say his wife's name. He did not say the name of his sister or his mother figure. He did not say what realm he was currently anchored to. Kael did not press.
Theron did not even seem to notice the gaps; to Theron, Bruce was a kindly older stranger who had saved his life, and that was enough.
By the time the conversation circled back to food, Bruce was on his fourth slab. He had not realized he had eaten that much. Theron was on his fifth, which Kael was now openly mocking him for. Kael was on his; Bruce had lost count; and was finally slowing down. The second deer was nearly finished. The third had not been touched. The two carcass-piles of cooked meat and uncooked meat at the edge of the hollow were significant.
"We have," Bruce said, looking at them, "much more meat than we can carry."
"That's what the Guild exchange is for," Kael said. "Sell what we can't eat."
"Ok.." Bruce said from the side
"Sell it raw? Or sell it cooked?" Theron said from the side...
