While the pot cooked, one of the Velmourn elders cleared his throat and spoke again. Now that there was some sort of comfort and a strange sense of camaraderie, things had gotten much smoother, and more and more elders had begun participating.
"There are… rules,"
The Velmourn Elder began.
"To eating Divine Rations."
Kael frowned at those words. He did not wish to discuss this for now since he had planned to do it later, but as he saw the Stonefang Elders staring at him, as if waiting for him to translate, he gave in and translated.
And the next instant, the Stonefangs frowned.
"Rules?"
One of them grunted.
"Why rules? Food is food."
