502 Pathfinder Returns

Pon inhaled for the third time in as many seconds. "Damn... That smells so good."

The group watched as Raine roasted a small deer over an opened flame next to the river. Alfie and Edi were both wearing [Thine Enemy] rings and were chatting amiably while the Fir'Dhassi cooked.

"What race are you?" Alfie asked Raine as she basted the meat with herbs she had gathered. Since she was cooking, Nix had given her one of the rings to wear. Her pointed ears had drawn the archer's attention.

"I'm a Fir'Dhassi, from Inuit." Raine was used to the stares of both men and women. "If Nix and I get married one day, all of Oasis will unite under his banner."

Nix coughed loudly from his place in the water, he was standing kneedeep in the clear stream while trying to catch one of the silverfish with his bare hands. "Oi... Don't go deciding things by yourself!"