Borr entered the processing area and found it clean, except for the unavoidable stains of blood. The meat was chopped and prepared.
Flint and Gunnar were resting off to the side, covered in filth and glaring angrily at Aurelion. Nyx and Aurelion, however, were simply chatting.
The old beastman stroked his beard for a moment. "You've finished the job already."
Nyx turned to Borr. "Yes, Uncle Borr! Aurelion understands these beasts and shows them the necessary respect."
"Is that so," Borr said, his eyes landing on the two boys covered in grime.
"And what about them?"
"Those two made us clean up the filth!" Flint burst out.
"And they threw cleavers at our heads!" Gunnar added.
Borr turned and looked at Nyx.
She just laughed and shrugged. "They needed to understand the beasts better, Uncle Borr."
"Cleavers? We've talked about this, Nyx."
"Aurelion was able to catch his," she said innocently.
"I thought they could too."
