Bastian silently listened to Elizabeth. Maintaining the same reserved look. Attempting to ignore his famished stomach growling, like a Cerberus from the jaws of hell, and the cravings of gnawing his arm off. Unconsciously licking and biting his lips.

[color=0072bc]“I cannot say I’ve always understood my actions. But, I’m usually right in the end…”[/color] Bastian uttered while rubbing the back of his neck, then scratching his shoulder. Quickly inhaling and letting out a brief sigh. Pausing for a few seconds...[color=0072bc]“I wasn’t given much of a choice to turn around, after the entrance closed behind us.”[/color]

Bastian smiled showing his upper teeth. [color=0072bc]“If his circumstances were genuine, and fate wishes we work together. Our paths will intertwine. Perhaps, we’ll see each other when we’re finally into town. Until then, let’s promise to be prepared for anything.”[/color] Clenching the reins and turning around, noticing pillars of smoke coming from the skies. So close to town, Bastian could literally smell it.

With a squeaking creak, the barrel opened up. The smell that followed was pungent and smoky, like sticking your face near a bonfire and inhaling. His twitching nose knew the pleasant aroma coming from the spiced mutton. Making Bastian’s mouth water. Grabbing it by the bone.

[color=0072bc]“Thank you.”[/color] He said. Opening his maw wide and sunk his fangs into the thick meat, bloody juice squirting onto his tongue, cramming the mutton inside and trying to remind himself to properly chew, and with his mouth closed. The seasoning only enhancing, the bliss expressed through Bastian’s smile. [color=0072bc][i]“This is so good…”[/i][/color]