Evan's manner of eating was somewhat elegant, but he wasn't much slower.
After traveling for half a day with an empty stomach, who wouldn't be hungry?
But his speed wasn't lacking, he continued to shove piece after piece into his mouth.
Kaelan grabbed a small handful of coarse salt, evenly sprinkled it over the surface of the meat, then leaned closer to smell the aroma, nodding contentedly.
Isaac huddled in a wooden barrel, taking small bites of the meat.
After adding salt, the originally dry and fishy taste became much more delicious.
His small body curled inside the barrel, almost only his head was showing.
He took a few bites, then suddenly lifted his gaze to look at Seraphina.
Seraphina saw them eating so heartily, wanted to suggest "it'd taste better if roasted."
But the words were swallowed back at the edge of her tongue.
She stared at the meat sizzling with oil on the fire.
