As Agni expected, Ron got tired after a while--not to mention hungry--so he stopped and threw himself to the bed in annoyance. He turned his head toward the thermal bag the berserker left for him, staring dagger at its metallic surface as his brain tried to weigh his hunger against his pride.
The groaning sound from his stomach decided for him.
"I need energy if I want to face that damn giant," he grumbled while snatching the thermal bag.
The content was...not very desirable: bread, jerky, protein bars, canned...soup? But then again, it was the borderland, and it wasn't very different from what he packed in his bag--fuck, where is his bag?!