Spring 1095 SR
Morning came far too quickly to Ludwig’s mind as he struggled out of bed into the early morning sun with bleary eyes. The smells of the campfires drifted towards him, and he found himself drawing closer.
Dorkin noted his approach. “Hungry?”
“Famished,” replied Ludwig. “What have you there?”
“Porridge and barn bread.”
“No bacon?”
The man chuckled. “Where in this Saints-forsaken place would I find a pig?”
“And yet you cook barn bread?”
“That’s because I saved up a supply of lard. Do you want some or not?”
Ludwig found his mouth watering. “I’m most happy to take you up on your offer.”
He waited as Dorkin ladled out some food into a bowl, then fished a piece of bread out of the frying pan.
Ludwig picked it up gingerly, the hot grease burning his fingers.
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