Lion Head Mesa glory & garbling

in due time, a repast to fit his ravenous belly was brought: venison from the northlands, fresh mutton quivering beneath half-melted fat, rabbit marrow, and a sampling of clams gotten in trade and preserved in the cold.

but beside these things were the fermented wine and now two obelisks which held an amber liquid smelling strongly of pine. "it will make your throat taste like a forest," khusobek chuckled, lapping first the berrydrink and then a goodly draught of the fermented sap, "but soon you will not care."

their meal had been laid out upon a simple scrap of deerhide, and he fell to it with a silent, pointed gusto. "what happened to you?"