The large cave gradually filled with the scent of flowers and fruits, followed by the aroma of rice.
The smell of Eric's stew became increasingly intense, gradually overpowering all other scents in the space, drifting out along the cave entrance.
Eric was hungry and didn't want to make anything too complicated. There was wheat flour here, but no homemade yeast, so it was better to knead the dough to make some thin unleavened flatbreads and place them directly over the thickening stew to steam them.
"Smells so good."
Arthur inched forward step by step, slowly approaching Eric.
Although in his inherited memories, the Dragon race always forcibly captured other races they liked, he had also followed the methods of his ancestors to snatch Eric back.
But in those memories, the "brides" of the Dragon race would either go on a hunger strike because they wanted to go home or would rather seek death. He was truly afraid Eric would be the same.
