"Uh…?"
"Come in."
Fiore said it casually as she gestured forward.
What she called a makeshift camp didn't match what Lancel expected. This wasn't something thrown together for temporary shelter.
It was a proper wooden hut, something that would take ordinary people several days to build.
"…Did you make this?"
"Yeah? Why would there be a ready-made camp in the Wastefield?"
"Right…"
The moment Lancel stepped inside, the contrast in smell hit him immediately.
While the Wastefield generally carried a musky scent mixed with medicinal herbs, creating a sticky odor, Fiore's hut smelled clean and fragrant, like hyacinths.
"Are you hungry?"
Fiore spoke as she moved further inside.
"I've got Darkmaw, Wild Griffins, Fangscale Lizards… even a bit of Ironhorn Venison if you're not too picky."
She said it like it was nothing, like those weren't things that would normally take entire parties to hunt down. As if Lancel hadn't just risked his life trying to kill one Darkmaw.
