The stew was off.
That was the first thing Valentius noticed about it. It smelled good. It had vegetables in it. But the meat was not like anything Valentius had ever tasted.
Albert was eating bowl after bowl. Growling every time someone came too close. Not letting Valentius so much as touch him.
Valentius looked at Marek, who was also spooning a bowl into himself. Then, at Amos, who wasn't touching the food.
Amos, who had an amused glint in his eyes.
"What? Don't you like my cooking, Amos?" Marek asked, finally placing his bowl down.
"Albert looks ravenous," Amos retorted, his blue eyes shining. "You may cook for him, if you wish. May I use the fire now?"
Marek grinned.
Valentius didn't understand this exchange. He just set the bowl down, not wanting to eat anymore of the strange meat. It smelled of pork, but he honestly didn't think it was.
"Amos, is that orc meat?" Valentius asked, looking at Albert, who filled his bowl again.
