Together the days had run, repetitive grown once more as lax mockery of a faux reign unravelled beneath internal turmoil. Yet discarded the usurper and the lapdogs he fed on meagre scraps, eager for a war he may not keep in hand, again broken the routine. Positive the bent of this change, at the least, assault their own to lead and thus done so, the shackles discarded and repair begun. Time all they needed now, life renewed among flora choked walls, alight the air with victory hard won, and new the reign offering promise.

Such the conundrum his mind may not fully comprehend no matter the manner it was turned. His father now carried the title of monarch, took rightful place from serpentine pretender.

Ecstatic the child upon hearing of such, though dimmed his excitement, begun again his own struggles. Pressure had been present prior yet now it seemed tenfold, the expectations built until he may be crushed. What if he proved a poor match, did not reach the level to which Aurum occupied with few equals. But what of the achievement proving possible, may he overcome his father and become lesser for it. Aside the notions pushed, for now their consideration only hampered. Rather than dwell Salvia thought to celebrate, though limited his options.

Decided upon taking the responsibility of making their evening meal, a simple task but one he may remove from Aurum. About had he plodded within the tavern, the space catering well to his needs but ideas is what he came to lack, the stored meats offering little. Finally settled upon a rather plain affair, taken a prepared rabbit into the wider space acting as a kitchen area. Disgust adorned soft cream countenance as carved out chunks, messy and rather different in size, some containing bone as he fiddled with them and tried to take the larger out. With an array prepared each was pushed onto metal skewers, the end product rather far from appetising.

Momentary left behind assistance was sought and outside the tavern a small fire was built, the crackling flames begun with lumps of coal and fed wood once assured it may handle the larger fuel. Eager the eye which observed the tongues of heat that licked along splintered edges, his post abandoned only long enough to retrieve the prepared skewers. Among the coals and wood each was nestled in turn after a brief moment of consideration, no other method seeming suitable. Singed the paws drawn back, beneath chest tucked as Salvia drew himself in tight besides the fire, tufted tail tip flicking about as he watched the chunks brown and blacken soon after.