New to this world but not to the idea of cooking, using the ingredients that you brought from Cassari you stew up a decent vegetable stew. It’s not as creamy or thick as the stews you’re used to, but it’s not bad either. Surprisingly hearty for something without much meat produce. Pylia and Shortfang like it at least.

“Mhmm, not bad. About on par to what I’ve had back at Cassari.” Pylia says honestly.

“Shortfang like meat, but plant food important too.” Shortfang helped himself to as much soup as he was allowed.

Soon night would fall, and while there were still many rowdy patrons drinking deep into the night, many were heading to bed. Only the camp’s guard remained awake to keep watch. Shortfang went back to his hole, covering himself up with a green furred blanket. “Shortfang like grass... Underneath nose!” He might have been trying to make a joke. As for Pylia she simple changed into some night clothes and laid down in the tent. The tent was really small; even as Pylia scooted over to the side of the tent, you had maybe a foot of space away from her if you laid down. If you laid on your side there was only a tiny bit more. “Um... I hope you don’t mind sleeping so close. I also have an extra blanket if you get cold.”