The wooden cabin was actually quite spacious, but it naturally became crowded when a dozen or so burly men squeezed inside.
Especially with the biting cold wind, the windows and door were sealed tight, lest even a little cold air sneak in.
With no air circulation, one could only imagine how thick the stench of sweat from a dozen or so rough men was.
The Lord had been able to tolerate it, but Fulina's arrival introduced a faint, barely-there fragrance into the thick stench of sweat.
It was like finding a bowl of fragrant rice in an overflowing outhouse; far from whetting the appetite, the combination was nauseating enough to make one gag.
Fortunately, the Lord was no ordinary man. He simply held his breath. He figured he could last for about an hour, so getting through the meeting shouldn't be a problem.
"In fact, I wasn't able to gather any specific intelligence on the Minotaurs heading south. I only managed to observe their general situation from a high vantage point."
