Lotar heard the boys yell into his tent, and it took a moment for him to wake up properly, and stumble out of his bedroll. Then he was worked up into his usual temper.
'I thought I told you...'
His words stopped when he caught the smell of cooking chicken stew. He sat at the campfire and quickly took a bowl. Turning over his shoulder he bellowed for his son, making sure he would not miss out either. At this point he was completely oblivious to Rudgar and Soran who were sitting across from him. Moving great spoonfulls into his mouth, he was absorbed with the stew till his son arrived. It was only then he noticed the campfire was empty of the chicken thief.
'Hmm..looks like he's had enough' Kandel shrugged and took a bowl. Taking a taste he grinned 'This is good! This thief won't ever see a war, he'll stay right here and cook!'
'Hmph...if I don't throttle him first' Lotar said with a low growl, his moth half full of food. Kandel raised an eyebrow 'Ah, ye're way too stubborn!' and gave Lotar a small reprieve.
Rustling around in his pocket absently, Lotar produced the letter the messenger had gave him. 'Well, he did little good waking me to give it to me. Now Im full I might as well read it'
Scanning it quickly, he shrugged. Little had changed at the camp. Food was still scarse and combined with the weather many were will. Their request was the same, they need help.
Lotar threw the letter into the fire, and took up his spoon again. 'Well, looks like we ned to hurry up on that town...'
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