Nora and Jolthar stood on a narrow path, and Nora was avoiding his gaze; she looked a little flustered.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," she said, waving a hand. "But do you have to show off every muscle like it's some kind of contest?"
Jolthar chuckled.
"You can smile all you want; what do we do with the situation at our hands?"
"I will come up with something, but for now, we should hunt."
"A hunt?" Nora's brow furrowed.
"You want to really go with that. Do you know how many people are working? To supply them, you would need a whole herd or something."
"You should hire people to raise those animal farms too."
"For now, those wild beasts will have to do."
"Ordinary hunting parties would take weeks to gather enough meat to make a difference."
"Well, you have me." Jolthar's voice remained level, but power shimmered beneath his words.
Understanding dawned in Nora's eyes.
"Ah, yes. I forgot that you are the formidable Jolthar," Nora said with a smirk.
