"It is a hearty meal for hearty people!" Curfew said his belly bouncing a little as he moved. He seemed to be dancing a little as he thought of the meal he was talking about. He started the fire, and seemed to be excellent at it. It had to come with how good a cook he was, as he would have needed fire to cook on the trail. He expertly controlled the levels of the flame, keeping it growing, but not going out of control. He must have done it many times before. He gathered all his ingredients into a giant pot that he put onto a folding table. The amount of things he pulled out of his bag were staggering. One began to wonder how important cooking was to the gnoll, considering he had to carry that giant pack with him after running off. He began to cut the vegetables for the gumbo cutting thin slices of carrots, onions, green peppers, spring onions, and all sorts of other fresh produce. "Could you watch the fire old bean?" he asked Sigurd politely.
His paws were a whirling hurricane of speed. He expertly prepared everything quickly and yet beautifully as well. It was like watching a ballet of ingredients, and it's cook make them dance. He whistled a fine tune, probably one of gnoll origin, while he cooked. It sounded sweet and like the rolling wind. It had a rather ethereal tone to it as it lolled into the air. It made the spectacle even more the pleasure to watch. To think the simple act of cooking could be a show all on it's own.
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"Thank you, Nemesis did what she thought was right." Jupiter said. She blushed a little. It was nice of Marcus to care that she was ok. Most of the people she fought with didn't care. It was like they wanted her to get hurt back in the village. Not out of spite, but as an "I told you the battlefield was no place for a lady". She felt relieved that this group didn't think of like that, and accepted her help. "We should hurry up and get those herbs to help the others recover quickly."