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Rose was not against the idea of sitting around and spending the night in the satyr glade. "It feels... safe enough to be around them. I don't feel like they want to harm us. Maybe they have some... comfortable sleeping places too." she would speak her mind, once more drawing curious looks with her size and appearance as the number of satyrs increased in the vicinity.
The cook did not seem to be in need of help, already having another one of the goatmen to manage his little duties. The cook himself was making some cuts into the meat while his partner ground down the various plants that Brag had brough in to make a spice paste. Eventually the bonfire was lit and the dead animal set on a spit over the fire, where the cook would start the roast. With evening coming around slowly, the amount of satyrs present increased, at least a dozen of them around once Adelle took notice. And there were probably more of them in the areas nearby as they could hear the sounds of beautiful pipes and the steady beating of drums from the nearby areas. Eventually the casks were opened and some satyrs started to get the drink ready in anticipation of the food. Brag would come over to Adelle with a wooden pint, offering it to her with a smile. "Something our brew guys make. We'd be savages if we did not offer the first drinks to you two."
Meanwhile, the elder could be seen giving the same offer to Rose, who had been sitting a little ways to side on her own. The pint was about the usual size, but seemed to be comically small in Rose's hands as she was extra careful in handling the pint. Not asking any questions, she just threw it all down the hatch, handing the cup back to the elder, who went off almost immediately, jogging towards the casks. Apparently the large girl had taken a liking to the drink and requested seconds.
The cook did not seem to be in need of help, already having another one of the goatmen to manage his little duties. The cook himself was making some cuts into the meat while his partner ground down the various plants that Brag had brough in to make a spice paste. Eventually the bonfire was lit and the dead animal set on a spit over the fire, where the cook would start the roast. With evening coming around slowly, the amount of satyrs present increased, at least a dozen of them around once Adelle took notice. And there were probably more of them in the areas nearby as they could hear the sounds of beautiful pipes and the steady beating of drums from the nearby areas. Eventually the casks were opened and some satyrs started to get the drink ready in anticipation of the food. Brag would come over to Adelle with a wooden pint, offering it to her with a smile. "Something our brew guys make. We'd be savages if we did not offer the first drinks to you two."
Meanwhile, the elder could be seen giving the same offer to Rose, who had been sitting a little ways to side on her own. The pint was about the usual size, but seemed to be comically small in Rose's hands as she was extra careful in handling the pint. Not asking any questions, she just threw it all down the hatch, handing the cup back to the elder, who went off almost immediately, jogging towards the casks. Apparently the large girl had taken a liking to the drink and requested seconds.