"This is..."
Looking down at the plate filled with roasted meat sprinkled with white salt, yellow butter, and rosemary, Brune was somewhat confused as he looked at the people in front of him.
"It's for you to eat. You're going to the battlefield tomorrow, eat more." The cook, Brissa, waved away the boys and girls who stood drooling at the door.
Brune and Jonar sitting in the dining hall exchanged glances.
At last night's public meeting, Horn announced the date of departure for battle.
Aside from preparing supplies, the reason for delaying a day was to give these war monks time to say goodbye to their families and friends.
Brune didn't feel too nervous, or rather, he was so nervous that he had become numb and couldn't feel it anymore.
In the morning, he had breakfast with Gashkour, and in the afternoon, he went to Jonar's neighborhood, and a few friends played ball together for a while.
Then they all went home to pack their bags and prepare to head to the military camp.
