Next, the group stood around the Dwarves' long table and began to eat.
They had spent most of their journey eating things from the Undercity, so they still had enough rations and fresh water in their packs.
The Tritons also had some strange food in the conch shells hanging from their bodies, which they said was a type of air-dried snail meat.
Colin ate a piece. It felt like a salty piece of rubber. After a few chews, the dense snail meat broke down into distinct fibers. It didn't taste very good.
The group huddled in the Royal Armory, gnawing on their bland, tasteless food to fill their empty stomachs.
When it was time to sleep, Colin lay in his sleeping bag, staring at the ceiling above.
For some reason, he didn't feel nervous at all.
Half a year ago, if Colin had known he was about to attack a monster's lair, he probably would have been too nervous to sleep. After all, it was anything but safe.
