K'ile grumpped when he took the urn from Xha'li, but he did it wordlessly. He wasn't going to talk down to K'deiki in front of Xha'li. Instead, K'ile set the urn of coals in front of the vessel he'd set up to cook over. He knelt between them, reaching into the urn and pulling out a coal with his bare hand. The coal sat between the callouses of his fingers and palms, and he lifted it out so quickly and directly that he barely felt the heat before the coal was in the vessel. He did this several times and then covered the urn to keep the remaining coals hot.
He took up the sticks he'd prepared for cooking on and position it over the coals. The clay walls of the vessel directed the heat upward so that the air was already shimmering with heat. He reached for the meat to get started. The smell of Gridanian deer meat was about to fill the tent.
He took up the sticks he'd prepared for cooking on and position it over the coals. The clay walls of the vessel directed the heat upward so that the air was already shimmering with heat. He reached for the meat to get started. The smell of Gridanian deer meat was about to fill the tent.
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