Kilaba was chilling.
The sun had just set. The smell of fresh food getting prepped lingered in the air. That's because the whole tribe cooked at the same place at the same time inside an open kitchen hall that also served as a gathering place.
It had dinner tables and benches that could be raised from the ground by imbuing mana over the arrays that stored them. This level of nitty-gritty couldn't be seen in any typical Orc settlement. The smell of fresh meat stew getting cooked was coming from the same tribe's kitchen.
Kilaba didn't need to be present in the kitchen. His food would be served to him as soon as it was made.
That's why Kilaba felt relaxed in his room, playing a game of cards with one of his Orcina treasures. There was soft music being played by an Orc who had received clarity about music. Rankers of continent Anfang would have received a cultural shock seeing an Orc playing music and a pair indulging in it. One shouldn't judge a monster by its ferocity.
