“I give thanks, Sica,” he said as feeling started to return to his extremities. “Floating across the sea on a log is not something that I care to try again.”
“I bet,” he said as he hung strips of whale meat across the skillet on large skewers. The meat hissed and spat as the flames took hold, cooking the strips quickly. A tangy aroma floated to Tamatan's nose, his taste buds springing to life. “Here,” Sica said, handing him a clay jug.
The demon nodded, pulling the cork from the neck of the jug, taking a few long gulps of the strong cyder inside. “I am starting to feel better. I will need to consume more before I set off.”
“Are you to follow them?” the sailor asked curiously.
“Yes. At once. I will make my way through Pagbob. I know the land well, which will give Tamatan an advantage. I
