Arena
Opportunites to eat don't come often in the arena. Even more rare than the opportunity is having it pre cooked and ready to eat.
You lick your lips and take a few tentative steps towards the flames, wincing as your stomach growls in anticipation. Your eyes scan your surroundings again and you become certain that there is no one around. Still siding on caution, however, you move over the ground in virtual silence.
Once you reach the fire side you pull out one of your daggers and cut off a sliver of meat. You gobble down the mystery mear greedily, unsure of exactly what animal this used to be, but appreciating the satisfaction it provides. As you begin cutting off another slice you hear the snap of a stick in the distance and the fall of heavy feet approaching.
You lick your lips and take a few tentative steps towards the flames, wincing as your stomach growls in anticipation. Your eyes scan your surroundings again and you become certain that there is no one around. Still siding on caution, however, you move over the ground in virtual silence.
Once you reach the fire side you pull out one of your daggers and cut off a sliver of meat. You gobble down the mystery mear greedily, unsure of exactly what animal this used to be, but appreciating the satisfaction it provides. As you begin cutting off another slice you hear the snap of a stick in the distance and the fall of heavy feet approaching.