"Though, I have been thinking about something," Halig mumbled, his mouth completely full of pork.
He swallowed hard and pointed a finger toward the distant silhouette of the rebel city. "How the fucking hell do this people eat on this frozen rock? We brought massive transport ships full of food from City Titan. What do they have?"
Erik took a bite of his bread, "They don't have farms, that is for sure. The ground here is solid ice. To feed thousands of people every single day, they must be fishing or hunting for food."
"There are no wild animals in these pine forests..." Torstein noted, "We marched through the woods for hours and didn't see a single deer or boar. If they are hunting, they are starving."
Halig's eyes widened in realization. He looked over his shoulder at the massive, dark expanse of the frozen lake. "Then they are eating fish! They must be cutting holes in the ice every morning to drop their nets. The lake is their only real supply of food."
