As evening fell, the female Halflings bustled about preparing dinner, while the men unloaded small tables and chairs from their carriages.
Amazingly, one of the Halflings' carriages even had a small roasting oven.
Their spices were all kept together in a locked, partitioned wooden box, and there seemed to be quite a variety.
These little contraptions left Kase staring, dumbfounded.
In his mind, roasting meat was a simple affair: you stick it over a fire, sprinkle some salt, and you're done. He'd never seen such an elaborate production. The Half-Orc had been clamoring to offer a pointer or two, but in the end, all he could do was stare blankly from the side.
The diligent and kind-hearted Orelia had already gone over to help set up the tables.
Meanwhile, Colin sat to one side, alternating between his handwritten notebook and watching the Halflings at work.
