They skillfully gathered firewood and lit a campfire. After slicing a leg of ham, they set up a small pot, tossed in the meat and some wild vegetables, and started making a stew.
It wasn't more than a few minutes before a rich, meaty aroma began to spread on the heat from the campfire. Kase, sitting beside it, couldn't stop swallowing.
"Colin, add a little of that Aboleth salt," Dorn said, pouring beer into the stew pot.
Hearing this, the nearby Mage, who was smoking a pipe, began to cough. "Er, COUGH COUGH COUGH... If I heard you correctly, were you just talking about... an Aboleth?" he asked.
"That's right," Colin said, taking out his small jar to sprinkle some in. "We dealt with one of those monsters not long ago. The meat turned out to be pretty tasty, so we ground it up and mixed it with our salt."
'He was rather proud of his clever little idea. At the very least, everyone else in the squad seemed to love it.'
