Vivian with the dwarves (2)

"Here." Theas thrust a mug into Vivian's hands, along with a plate of grilled reaver. Food that has quickly become the staple for the battlefield, especially since so many reavers were already cooked thanks to Vivian. 

"Disgusting." Vivian accepted the offered plate, although not with any sort of enthusiasm. First, she downed her mug of ale. It somewhat made the reaver meat bearable. Not that it was of any quality, either. 

"Then put more thought into it when you are cooking them." Theas grumbled in counter. 

"I don't cook them." Vivian mumbled, playing with the meat as she did. Not at all interested in putting the rubbery meat into her mouth. Even after days of living off of it, it was still disgusting. 

"Well, that's your word against the evidence. At least add some spice — I guess we don't have any..."