Under the night sky of the Crescent Moon, the vast campsite was covered. Specks of campfire smoke rose invisibly. The entire Red Crow "City" was wafting with the fragrance of food. That pervasive and blending aroma was like an entire street of open-air barbecues.
"Rustle... so fragrant! ... what kind of chieftain is this? Doesn't even care about dinner..."
Old militia Chiwaco sniffed, swallowed some saliva, and touched his hungry belly. Muttering, he walked towards Chipawa's hut, while calling to the absent-minded Priest Mekate beside him.
"Mekate... Mekate!"
"Ah! Uh?"
Priest Mekate looked around nervously, as if just waking from a dream. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he turned his head to see the old militia leaning in with a curious face.
"Chief Divine! Captain Qi... it's you..."
"What were you thinking just now?"
"Nothing! ... I wasn't thinking..."
