The night darkened gradually, and the moonlight was faint. Clusters of bonfires were lit along the coast. The aroma of roasted and cooked food spread between the mudflats and hills. The Royal Banner of the Black Wolf stood on a small hill, like a kind of solemn will, never moving an inch. At this moment, however, an additional bonfire was on the night hill, and a lot of grain fragrance wafted up in front of the fluttering flag.
Xiulote sat cross-legged in front of the fire, eating roasted soft corn tortillas and chatting with the nearby generals. After racking his brains, the Surrendered General Papu finally spoke up. He mumbled and beat around the bush for a while, then began to talk about the geography of the Seaside Lands.
