Author: Sociable Hermit
Category: Reincarnation
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Various pots and pans, cheese cloths, stones, oil, mortar and pestle, ropes, firewood. Corco’s eyes gazed over the collection of their new acquisitions. Finally, they landed on the loaned donkey cart which had carried all of it here. It was too strange. How had there not been any horses in Etra? In fact, he had never even seen a horse, not once in his life. Even so, he was keenly aware of their existence, and their importance for human advancement. So where were they?
Corco shook his head and the confusing thoughts with it. For now, there was still more work to be done. He grabbed the mortar and pestle and looked towards the bonfire they had erected on top of a small hill. By now they were most of the way to their goal, but they wouldn’t move in on the cache until they had prepared. Thus, they had set up camp early and begun burning a fire throughout the evening. He walked over to the man who had been feeding the flames with the cheap, green firewood, silhouetted against the orange glow.
"How’s it going?" Corco asked Fadelio’s shadow. The giant warrior stopped shoveling the branches into the flames and looked to the left instead, towards a second bonfire one hill over.
"The flies are still there. Maybe we could take them in a night raid. If you could just give me two more men this would be no problem."
"But we don’t have more men. Still, it’s not like there’s no hope." Corco tried to sound optimistic before he pressed the mortar into the warrior’s chest. On reflex, Fadelio dropped the branches and held onto the stone bowl, confusion written across his face.
"We’re done with the fire," Corco explained, "All we need is the ashes anyways, so we should have more than enough already. I’ll start making the lye once cousin is back. In the meantime, you can go ahead and prepare our backup plan."
"Which is?" The erratic flames played frightening shadows on the man’s face, but Corco was unimpressed. He knew of his loyalty, and his honest nature.
"Stone grinding. You take that soapstone over there and grind it to bits."