Camp

The four of them sat over a table covered in food. Roasted chicken and bread with fruits. Riven had peeled away his roots and hid them back underground.

Belialthorn took his surrender but refused to tell him what to do with him. He also didn't know so he asked for food. The outlaws outside were surprised to see all their comrades dead and bleached of blood.

They asked questions but Riven growled at them and they flinched and dragged their fellow bodies out. Maybe they are used to it. Or maybe it came with the lifestyle.

They ate in silence. Belialthorn didn't care, he was hungry and the food was good. Valor didn't care either and he tore into his food as quickly as he could because he wanted to do the Flow and use the mana the outlaws provided.

Kieran cared and he ate slowly as if it might be his last. Belialthorn had a mind to make it his last but the scout was still useful.