With the monster meat already cleaned up, all Eliron had to do was begin cooking.
His first attempts at working with the fire were wonky.
He got burned a few times, and even accidentally put it off once, but on the third attempt…
He finally managed to set up the fire.
Eliron let out a breath, a satisfied smile on his face as he watched the pot.
Although to him, it was an accomplishment, the audience he had built up thought differently.
They all watched him warringly, whispering amongst themselves with cautious gazes.
Artie and Yennefer had taken the front seat in this, and we're watching their every move.
"Th…is is a lot to handle…" Delilah whispered, as she watched them.
Eliron smirked. "Ignore them, we'll have them begging for seconds by the end of the day. Alright, where should we begin…"
While the elves were indeed great cooks, some of them here had been eating the same recipes for over 150 years.
