Ahrie, one bite away from finishing, noticed Shiven had vanished again.
He stopped mid-chew.
"Thahh soh owb ah— heh wanished awgaim… pff!" he mumbled through a mouthful, then sighed.
He looked utterly bored.
Turning to the contest organizer, he called out, "Yooo… what's the prize?"
"Eh? Prize?" the man blinked.
"Uhuh…" Ahrie tilted his head, dumbfounded.
"There's no prize," the organizer said.
"Seriously?" Ahrie's face went flat.
"The prize is eating the boar—with no one to share it with," the man added proudly.
Ahrie just stared at him, expression saying why the hell did I waste my time here…
"FUKKKK!" He barked, storming off.
On his way out, he snatched the last bite of his boar and trudged back to the carriage.
He glanced at the crowd.
Booing. Jeering.
"Booo!" they shouted.
"This scum ate almost everything!"
"Didn't even share a bite—what a bastard!"
Ahrie's eyebrow twitched.
No prize. Lost 350 bronze coins. And now this stupid crowd?
