A Few Hours Later
The sun dipped behind the mountains, casting a golden haze over the valley like the gods themselves had decided to flirt with the landscape.
Our camp was nestled near a lazy curve of the lake, with tents scattered in semi-order, and a dark forest yawning to the west like a warning. Beyond that, the silhouette of a volcano loomed in the distance—majestic, dangerous, slightly sexy in a “you might explode” kind of way. Honestly, the whole setting screamed fantasy war camp with a dash of romantic tension.
Norma, naturally, had taken over the firepit. She stirred a bubbling pot with a spoon that looked more like a weapon than cookware, barking instructions at the knight helping her. And by “instructions,” I meant thinly veiled flirtation.
“If you slice the potatoes too thi
