The dirty plates from dinner were stacked by the pot which Mareolus had put on the floor beside the fire. He and Albert had been stealing glances at each other since he was able to convince Albert to eat. It didn’t take much to convince him, he was hungry and weak.
“You can’t take me out in your current state, Albert” Mareolus had told Albert as Albert looked at the bowl of stew with longing. Albert had thoughts running through his mind as he ate the stew. He agreed to eat because he realized if Mareolus had wanted to kill him, he would have been dead, buried and most likely decaying. He savored the stew and tore into the flat bread like a predator would tear into a prey. The food was superb too. Mareolus was trained together with Albert and Marcel. They all excelled in their training. Ma
