CHAPTER NINETEEN
We gathered around our pit and set our supplies beside the hole. The interior of the pit appeared to be made of bricks blackened from countless uses. I peeked into the cauldron and found it to be clean and empty. “Can we trust this enough to use it?” I asked my native friend.
Arian nodded. “Oh yes. Everyone is required to clean what they use and anyone found to have not done so is banished from the pits for a hundred years.”
“Wow. That’s a long time even for immortals,” I mused as I turned my attention to the woodshed. “So how much wood do we use?”
“Only enough to warm the bottom of the cauldron.” The advice came from Dian as he strode toward us. There was a slothfulness in his step and the corners of his lips turned downward, revealing his continuing irritati
