Luka pulled Iris onto the seat beside him before sitting in front of a table filled with food and drinks, although a significant amount of food. The meat and vegetables used were almost stale and wouldn't last another day.
He grabbed a greasy leg and bit into the salty, yet succulent meat.
"Don't hold back, tonight we'll face hell."
His eyes narrowed, enjoying the hesitation from the dwarven princess.
However, the atmosphere, surrounded by loud voices and the clash of tankards bubbling with ale, thundered through the large tent, seeming to lower her guard as countless conversations and meals took place just before evening set in.
"H-Heh, don't mind if I do!" Iris grabbed the remaining leg from Luka's plate before opening her small mouth and biting down.
Unlike Luka, she struggled to chew for several minutes before swallowing.
"Here, take a drink."
She grabbed the tankard filled with fruit wine without a second question.
