The mercenaries came charging over, then veered off halfway and made camp on the other side.
Geralt: "..."
Oddly enough, the girl in the baseball cap was among them.
But it was only a passing thought. Geralt didn't dwell on it, much less try to investigate.
The rabbit was nearly done. Geralt took it off the fire and set it on a sheet of foil.
He peeled away the charred skin, then slit open its belly with a knife. Wild mushrooms, chestnuts, and chunks of root vegetables spilled into view.
The aroma of roast meat and vegetables spread through the air.
A little over ten minutes later, Geralt had eaten everything.
He washed his utensils, dried them, and put them in his backpack.
All the while, he ignored the mercenaries' complicated looks.
Once he was done, Geralt climbed a nearby tree. He strung a hammock between two trunks and lay back with his hands behind his head.
Before long, he was snoring softly.
Among the mercenaries, Turner gave him a vicious look. "Boss, should we wait until it's dark and..."
He made a chopping motion with his hand.
His meaning was obvious.
"Sure. You go alone." Mantis merely glanced at him, then looked at the others. "Anyone want to join him? I won't mind."
A cruel smile tugged at his lips.
The last time Mantis had said he wouldn't mind, he had ripped a man's heart out while the man was still alive.
Turner shuddered and said no more.
The others fell deathly silent.
Kara watched coldly. These mercenaries looked tough, but they were like tigers in a zoo. They could scare tourists, but out in the wild, they were just oversized cats—cats weighing several hundred pounds.
Night in the jungle was terrifying.
Beasts howled and insects chirped. The occasional