XLVII
Dragol´s pov The smell of burning coal are heavy in the air. And I like it. It is foreseeing the coming feast. And I know that the coal are soon ready for me to start to cook the meat. I rise up from my chair and walk inside. I take out the big form I have the meat on. With it in hand I walked out again. A table I had placed near the barbeque. As a sort of cookingstation. On it I put the form. Just as I did, I heard cars coming. And I knew that they were coming here. That one is a no brainer. There are no other roads around here, except for the one that leads to my simple farm. I see the trucks arrive. 3 in total. I lift the meat with a tong and put on the grid. The coal hisses loudly from the impact of the jouices. In the corner of my eye, I see my friends unload from the cars. And direc
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