Feast (3)
As Jayce expertly tended to the giant wolf on the spit, it began to emit an irresistible fragrance that wafted through the air, reaching the nostrils of everyone in the vicinity. The collective grumbling sounds of hungry stomachs grew louder and more intense, akin to an oncoming thunderstorm. The aroma was so tantalizing that it was nearly impossible to resist.
Hidden away in a quieter corner, Dion and Kane found a moment to engage in conversation. Kane, donned in his sleek suit, looked at Dion with a curious expression. He couldn't quite wrap his head around Jayce's enigmatic nature, nor understand how a seemingly non-combat class could wield such immense strength, enough to take down a High Troll and a colossal wolf. Being a non-combat class himself, the very thought of undertaking such perilous tasks was beyond his comprehension.