So after they heard my plan silence followed.
It seemed they all relied on Jan to make the final decision since he was the more capable person here.
But finally… he agreed nodding his head approvingly.
"The plan is solid. We attack when everyone's ready."
"Good. Until then," I said, lightening my tone, "we should eat well and rest. It might be our last chance for either."
I moved toward our modest kitchen area.
"I'll prepare something special. Consider it a pre-battle feast."
As I began pulling ingredients from our storage, Christian started helping by setting up our dining area.
The others broke into small groups, catching up on their separate journeys while occasionally glancing curiously at our preparations.
"Is he actually good at cooking?" Jan asked Christian quietly, but not quietly enough.
Christian laughed, clapping a hand on Jan's shoulder.
"Rel's cooking is the best thing about this hellhole. Trust me, you're in for a treat."
