Sitting around the crackling fire, the toasty smell of some magnificent beast lingers in the air, captivating the folks crowded around the campfire. Stories of exploits and far-off lands fall from their lips as they laugh raucously, patting one another on the back. The smell increases in intensity as seasonings are added and a bit of ale is spilled on the fire. Spitting flames lick up the alcoholic drink and cast its fragrance into the air. "Supper’s ready!" a voice calls, and is answered with cheers as the roasted ox is cut into.
