It took a while before Tiber and Slya regained consciousness. By then, Takoda had created a camp made of stones where he cooked something for both himself and Pomora.
Every Knight who has the resources always prepares for when things go wrong, so they usually have some provisions with them. The Master Knights proved to be no exception.
Takoda cooked while Pomora sat in a lotus position, continuing her battle with the spear that wanted to take her life.
The smell of meat slowly cooking in melted butter and seasoning soon filled the air. He was using a block of metal etched with enchanted symbols that produced heat.
They didn't talk. There was little they could talk about anyway. They couldn't really make any major decisions until the others—especially Atrox—woke up... or until they confirmed he wouldn't be.
The food was done when a deep voice suddenly rumbled through the four walls of the camp.
"Is there food for me too?"
