A group of brigands gathered as they made their camp, with the rustling of their tents, the crackling of firewood in the center, their surrounding chatters, and boasting to one another followed with their annoying laugh. The neighing of the nearby horses racked up in the wooden post, but most of all the growling pain of the bear inside a wooden trap can be heard by all the people in the camp.
“Hey, Pike! So, you think it’s going to be worth it?” a man said.
A man wearing an apron sits on a log sharpening his knife on the stone grinder. Waiting for the rest of his group to finish setting the camp.
“I assure you, Cooper. Bear meat has the most protein! And the taste is relatively sweeter than the rest, and a bit nutty flavor,” Pike said.
“Well then thankfully we have Marko in here, other
