Lifting the lid of the Wooden Box, they found it filled with fine dried grass. This fluffy grass was actually a type of moss unique to the Gaxi Mountain Range. Once dried, it could be used as bedding. The moss carried the distinctive fishy scent of vegetation. The Gray Dwarf craftsmen in the Forging Workshop liked stuffing it into their pipes, and it was said that the smoke it produced had a rich aroma.
Elves rarely smoked, but there were plenty of heavy smokers among Gray Dwarves and orcs...
After Old Luke opened the box and saw the grass filling inside, his eyes lit up. But he quickly narrowed them, hiding the triumphant gleam in his gaze to keep Roy from reading too much from it.
The old orc's face was covered in wrinkles, and an oily sheen actually appeared across his dry skin.
He used his withered fingers to part the soft grass fibers, revealing a pitch-black hanging cooking pot inside. Its round belly was large enough to fit an entire mountain goat.
Old Luke stared at the iron pot with its matte texture, his thick lips trembling slightly.
This was exactly the kind of iron pot every Orc Tribe dreamed of possessing.
Most of the time, after stripping hunted prey of its valuable fur, the orcs simply tossed it into the fire. They waited until it had been burned black, sometimes even charred into carbon, then dragged it out of the flames, scraped away the blackened crust, and ate the cooked meat inside.
This wasted much of the good meat, but it was also the simplest and most convenient cooking method...
Some orcs skewered prey on wooden sticks and planted them beside a bonfire to roast it bit by bit. However, this method took a long time to