Army Meal

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The battlefield of Zadnor lost none of its intensity as the fighting continued between the resistance groups of various occupied nations – chiefly the Bozjan one – and their much hated common adversary; the Garlean Empire. Doing the long since desolated no favors as muck and fresh wreckage added to the vista.

H’aerindu frowned as she wandered the blasted wastes.

Looking on the irregular landscape while her mind was awash in thoughts of all that was happening, and what happened before.

Until, when chance came, something glittering in the mud caught her attention.

“What’s this now?” The busty brunette asked no one in particular as she leaned down and plucked up a piece of crooked crystal – one of many she has encountered over the course of her stint in Bozja.

Which could only mean…

Looking at it closely, she smiled.

“I wonder,” H’aerindu softly whispered, “what kind of spell does this one hold?”

Usually she would go to an appraiser to learn this, but she’s seen the process enough to know how to do it herself by now.

So with a firm nod to herself she looked around, and found a nearby crevice she proceeded to enter. Once in, H’aerindu sat her taut rump on a round stone and proceeded with the appraisal.

“Hmm, let’s see now~”

Not being an expert at this, it took her a fair few minutes to do this. Ignoring the distant sound of battle cries and the staccato of heavy guns until she finished – learning the spell therein in the process. “Whew…” H’aerindu hummed, a little intrigued as she looked on the crystal she held in her right hand, before looking on her left one. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of this spell before… Mini, huh?”

Supposedly, it’s function is to shrink the target.

That was as far as she got when a tremor started beneath her feet. It was, however, not of the kind one would associate with the rumbling of earthquakes, but the steady drum beats of marching feet.

H’aerindu stood up as this dawned on her, and she looked out of the crevice. What she found was a cohort of Garlean troops.

Mostly female soldiers of various races looking ready to fight. A great number of them being a mixture of miqo’te, auri, viera, and hyur. A veritable menagerie of imperial subjects with steel in their eyes.

It pained her to see such dedication in servants of the empire, but…

This provided for a stellar opportunity.

H’aerindu stuffed the crystal in her pocket and remained in place as the cohort started to pass in organized rows… while she channeled aether to her finger tips, intent on shrinking down and capturing one of the soldiers. And waited for a while until she eyed a flame-haired miqo’te, and cast the spell.

“Mini!” the brunette intoned, and watched.

At first she was given cause to smile as the soldier slowed, confusion growing on her face as she rapidly became too small for her clothes – then vanished into the uniform. That triumph quickly turned to surprise, however, when the towering viera next to her also shrank down.

Followed by the next, and another after that.

“Wait wait, hold on…” H’aerindu whispered tersely, surprised, as tens more followed suit, causing the cohort to fall into a panic as others started picking up on their comrades being rapidly downsized before they too shared the fate.

And several chaotic moments later, it was over.

The field was covered in piles of clothes that had become too large to wear, from which the now-naked soldiers now clambered out. All of them piping up in their complete confusion. From her hiding spot, the brunette stared at the result of her handiwork, and let out a sigh.

While this was far more than what she planned, she might as well just accept the situation as it was and deal with it accordingly.

So the Warrior of Light pulled herself out of hiding and approached the shrunken cohort, starting with the tiny flame-haired girl who looked up as her shadow completely covered her. “Wha--” The enemy miqo’te managed to pipe up, before H’aerindu leaned down and plucked her up.

The girl was positively tiny, about two inches tall.

Same as most of the other soldiers, except the auri who were slightly shorter, and the viera who stood a little taller.

Quickly glancing into her inventory, she found a small sack she promptly dropped the screaming girl in her hand into before walking over to the viera, whose eyes were filled with shocked defiance. H’aerindu ignored this as she plucked the four-inch tall rabbit girl up and put her in too.

Leading to a small chaos as the tiny soldiers after recovering from their sheer shock at this new size difference either tried to fight back or run away.

Those who fought tried peppering her with spells, none of which managed to even inflict a scorch mark on her skin as she made her way through the cohort, putting up two to three girls into the aforementioned pouch at a time – quickly filling it up with girls screaming and cursing as they tried beating on their prison.

It did not take long for the pouch to get rather heavy as it came to be filled with hundreds of little females, their voices melting together into an incoherent choir she couldn’t make heads or tails of.

“Four hundred and sixty, four hundred and sixty-one…”

Soon after that, only a small gaggle of girls trying to flee across the terrain were left.

It took only a few steps for her to catch up, and scoop them into the pouch… “Four hundred and seventy-six, seventy-seven, seventy-eight… nine – Aaaaand there we go!”

Four-hundred and eighty tiny little troopers!

H’aerindu paused as she held the pouch up before her, marveling at how large and heavy it had gotten, along with how alive it looked. The cloth container was a mess of movements of soldiers who couldn’t do anything about it. Even before being shrunken down, they’d have little chance against her in a fight, and much less now that she stood many heads and shoulders taller than them. “Almost five hundred people…” The brunette marveled at the sight, her lips curving into an intrigued smile. Though the question remained, she was planning to capture just one for her allies to get information from, but here she stood with a full cohort trapped in a container held up in one hand. If not for the fact that it was happening, she would have dismissed it as a crazy story. “I needed only one of you, though. So what am I supposed to do with this many p…?”

The answer was prompt as she was interrupted by her belly rumbling.

Putting a sudden light of twisted inspiration in her as she smiled, licking her lips deviously at the pouch.

Hitching it onto her belt, the brunette felt its mass beat against her voluptuous hip as she returned to the crevice where she began to make preparations for today’s dinner. Putting the pouch down on the ground while she once more looked through her inventory, studying the various food items she stored in there earlier – having anticipated to be mostly fighting machines today. First of which to be taken out was a piece of loaf, and a knife she used to saw the bread open.

Carefully opening a valley large enough for a sausage to be put in it.

Except she opened the pouch, and reached in. Causing a panic in the process among all her prisoners as she closed her delicate fingers around a small clutch of people. About twenty little women who clawed away at her skin until she hovered them over the open bread, and drizzled them into it.

Tiny shrieks were issued from the lot as they were spread across the slice, and became confused about the meaning of all this. Until they looked up at the much larger miqo’te, who smirked down at them.

If that was not clear enough to them as to what was going to happen, H’aerindu clarified it to them momentarily as she lifted the people-stuffed loaf up to her hungry lips… and parted them wide apart. Giving the Garlean conscripts just enough time to gaze into her saliva-coated insides before she put the loaf on her tongue, and with a single finger placed on its back proceeded to push it in.

Fear, shocked realization.

Like wild animals they tried to back away, to get off the bread they had been stuffed into.

They did not have enough time, though, and soon enough the bread was entirely aside. Allowing H’aerindu to close her mouth, and conclusively sealed the bread and the twenty people in it away inside the darkness of her digestive tract. An experience that deepened as she threw her head back, and swallowed. Tugging the bread – whose contents she could vaguely hear screaming – down her throat.

And a moment after that, the first course of her meal arrived in her stomach.

“Ahh…” H’aerindu sighed in contentment, licking her lips as she savored the feeling of having wiped out a squadron in a single gulp, “That was more satisfying than I thought it’d be~”

Out the corner of her eyes, the pouch started wriggling more than before. Prompting a giggle from the hungry Warrior of Light. “So you all understand what’s going to happen, now, huh?” H’aerindu asked rhetorically as she took out another bread, and repeated the process. Slicing it open before grabbing another fist-full of conscripts, who fought even harder than the batch before them as they were deposited into the newly sliced bread. Desperation apparent in their eyes, as their struggles were for nothing, and in moments the brunette brought the newly filled bread to her lips.

Almost casually she deep throated the bread, lives included, and sealed them away with a click of her teeth before swallowing them. Increasing the population of her stomach by another thirty.

This time she could feel the amount of motion in her gut increase as it was becoming rather crowded, as dozens of people started crawling out of the newly ingested breads to beat on her stomach wall, their shouts competing with the growling of her churning belly. “Mm, yum…” H’aerindu hummed, nursing her still-flat belly, “I know from prior experience that Garlean soldiers can be pretty tasty too, but this is something else. Now let’s see what else I can stuff you into!”

Looking into her inventory, her smirk was given cause to widen.

From it she plucked a sealed container, and popped it open to reveal a still-cold helping of refreshing water. It gave her a wonderful idea as she once more took out another palm full of little naked girls, and nonchalantly had all fourteen slide from palm, producing numerous splashes inside the container where they found themselves struggling to keep their heads above water.

Crying for help as they tried clambering against the too-smooth circular wall.

One of them – a particularly busty viera – climbed on top of a gaggle of others in an effort to do so, likely causing some of the unfortunates to drown in the process. Which was just one of several incidents that culminated in the true danger of all as she brought the container up to drink from it. The water was compliant enough as it followed the gravity and pooled around her tongue, bringing with it a pile of little girls who fought against the current – trying to grab onto her teeth in order to prevent themselves from getting swallowed into the dark gullets like everyone else.

H’aerindu huffed in amusement at that, and swept her tongue under these persistent conscripts who were quickly piled atop of it – launching them into her throat. The mostly auri group tried to fight against the suction and the undulation of her throat muscles, whimpering and begging for their lives all the way until they were all gone – leaving the cat girl wanting more as she took out a wrapped-up grilled dodo she had planned to eat for dinner, and opened it up.

Scooping out another pile of two-inch girls out, she began stuffing the dodo.

Filling it took about seventy-three miniature conscripts, who tried to climb out as she closed the chicken and lifted it up with both hands before she gaped over the people-stuffed grilled bird and ingested over half of it in a single gulp… and chowed down the rest of it in the next. Condemning the girls inside to a perhaps fortunate fast demise as the descending dodo was compacted by her throat – crushing the small horde of girls inside of it before their ‘ride’ entered her stomach’s embrace.

This time producing the start of a growing bulge on her middle.

H’aerindu let out a breath of satisfaction, that was promptly interrupted by a wet belch. “Buhrp!” The busty miqo’te felt her cheeks redden as she lovingly caressed the start of a prominent belly. “Excuse me~”

Glancing into the pouch, she estimated that she’s eaten somewhere around one hundred and thirty-seven conscripts of most races so far. Which left about three hundred and forty-three people. A fact that made the brunette lick her lips as she reached in again.

This time plucking out five.

H’aerindu put both hands together, and formed a small valley for this group to pile in before she brought them close to her face at an oblique angle. One of them, a defiant elezen, tried to chuck a rock at her, though it did little more than bounce off of her skin. Causing no damage.

Good effort, but…

She tilted the palms, and the gaggle of girls screamed as they piled into her gaping mouth – their voices becoming indistinct and distant as they rolled across her tongue, and into the fathomless depth of her throat.

Once they were in, she swallowed them as one.

“Gulp!” H’aerindu audibly gulped, feeling the small bundle of bodies slide deep into her shapely figure they would soon become a part of.

Far from satisfying her hunger, however, they only helped fuel it as she used both hands to scoop out fully fifty people who became piled into an awkward pile as she repeated the prior action. Several of the girls tried to grab onto her fingers as she tilted her hands and had the lot slide and drop into her body.

Tens of little girl splashed into her saliva-coated insides, and slid through her mouth to form a trail of bodies plummeting down her gullet – clawing and shrieking against the powerful throat muscles that were well-accustomed to pulling down much larger people than them. Causing her stomach to inch wider as the sheer amount of added prey pushed up its swollen form through their sheer numbers.

Soon leaving only three girls who were still clutching on her fingers.

“Persistent, aren’t you?” H’aerindu giggled, and she shook them loose. Causing two of them to drop immediately, followed quickly by the third.

The first two vanished past her lips and she swallowed them down, though a little too fast to accept the third one who bounced off of her lips and dropped onto her clothed chest where she, unable to believe her good fortune, lay frozen before she tried to climb off of the much larger female.

H’aerindu blinked, and she looked down at the lucky one who pawed her way across her left breast. Instead of getting annoyed at letting one slip, she smirked anew as an idea came to mind. So she grabbed the tiny auri between an index finger and thumb, and started unzipping the sweater underneath her coat. “Looks like we got a little escapee here, folks!” She giggled at the tiny soldier, “As a reward, I’ll give you a little reprieve before you joins everyone else~”

Letting her actions speak for her, she dropped the slightly less than two-inch tall auri into her newly bared cleavage… where she proceeded to sink a little deeper as H'aerindu applied her hands on either side of her meaty breasts and adjusted them a little before she mashed them against the auri – pinning her in place between the large mounds that went on to be closed off again as she zipped her sweater back up. Leaving the little soldier trapped while she sultrily turned back to the pouch. Grabbing another gaggle of fear-stricken roegadyn and miqo’te while she took two buns out of her inventory, and used them to substitute for the patty.

Holding the improvised hamburger with both hands, she proceeded to eat it whole – shoving it wholesale into her gullet.

Then swallowed it and the thirty-six females struggling inside of down with an expression of complete delight that was only eclipsed by the next hamburger – which this time had forty-eight packed into it. H’aerindu even made sure to take out a bottle of ketchup and washed a hefty amount of the stuff on the girls before she shoved the delicious-looking hamburger into her mouth.

Utterly dooming yet another huddle of Garlean conscripts as they and the buns added to the widening girth of her swollen stomach.

Which left only one hundred and ninety-nine prey to eat.

Meaning she had in mere minutes eaten up more than two platoons worth of people.

H’aerindu blushed at the sheer amount, which she would have scoffed at as improbable had she been told this would happen earlier.

Eager for more and licking her lips in anticipation, she turned back to the pouch which had become much emptier since she started on this extravagant meal. And went on to scoop out another few screaming people to continue it… with the idea of having some taco this time as she plucked out a couple of tortilla, and drizzled the forty people she picked up this time onto it before rolling up the soft shelled bread.

Like she did with the sausage bread, she placed the populated tortilla onto her tongue and deep throated both without piercing the skin – letting them vanish past her into her smirking mouth, whereupon she gulped deeply.

And as the stuffed tortilla wetly plopped into her swelling middle, she moved on.

Taking out another sealed drink, this time an alcoholic drink into which she dropped twenty-five tiny little conscripts – predominantly hyur and miqo’te – who splashed about and fought against the resulting current as she brought the drink to her face. Like everyone else, these girls’ lives became so fleeting as they were all washed into and down her welcoming throat.

H’aerindu emptied the container of both alcohol and girls, and contemplated briefly with a smile how she would go about eating the remaining soldiers while the drink and its contents splashed into her belly.

While she thought of this, she brought out another clutch of five she then unceremoniously stuffed into her mouth.

Each proceeding gulp producing a bulge in her throat as she swallowed the individual girls in turn. The last of them a feisty viera who wrestled with her tongue, holding on for dear life, till she threw off and swallowed her down. The potentially decades old yet still young bunny-eared girl becoming just another piece on the pile of all the delicious meats she’s ingested so far.

Her potential in life reduced to just another food item.

H’aerindu smirked as the latest one could no longer be felt among the multitude of people squirming inside of her – struggling against both it and each other in their bid to escape their inevitable digestive deaths. And she took twelve more from the rapidly emptying pouch and ate them.

Turning the former soldiers into yet more bulges traveling past her collar.

Elezen, miqo’te, roegadyn, hyur, auri. And even some Garleans. All of them eaten without distinction.

Only one hundred and seventeen remained in the pouch now.

A number that dropped precipitously to ninety and beyond as H’aerindu shrugged and simply ate her way through their numbers like she would a plate of fish & chips. Causing her already loaded belly to become all the more swollen as she continued to eat, and eat, and eat!

Dropping them into her digestive tract at a rate of five to ten people at once.

Their dignity shredded and left in tatters as the entire cohort was slated to become nothing more than her food. “Ahh~” H’aerindu yawned her mouth agape, and she dropped yet another bundle of women in.

Edging ever closer to wiping out the cohort completely.

OoOoO

Khulgana was terrified out of her wits as she squirmed against the much larger cat girl’s massive breasts that had her firmly pinned, listening all the while as the giantess of an Eikonslayer devoured her comrades whole, exterminating entire squadrons with every gulp of hers. What should have been a glorious battle in the name of the empire had turned into a completely one-sided slaughter after their proud all-female cohort had been reduced to less than bite-sized by the most dangerous enemy the enemy could possibly bring to bear.

A living legend, the Warrior of Light was an implacable force. Having laid low both dragons, demigods, and entire imperial cohorts previously. And that was when they all shared relatively the same size.

If even half of what the stories say are true…

The auri had shuddered when she measured out the prospects of fighting her, but she never imagined it’d turn out like this.

All of her comrades and herself reduced to this state.

Tiny and trapped, naked and unarmed, Khulgana could only only wait as the brunette gulped down another bunch of her colleagues – listening as the shouting lump of bodies slid down past her position.

Until the time came when the eating finally stopped.

The body of this cleavage she was trapped in leaned over slightly, and let out a soft sigh that was most telling. “That was the last of them, I guess.” H’aerindu Dhelh commented on having consumed four-hundred and seventy-nine former Garlean soldiers, “Which only leaves…”

Khulgana knew what that meant, and she struggled move than ever as the woman’s cleavage was bared by the surrounding sweater opening. Trying to dig down to the woman’s belly in an attempt to escape until a pair of fingers reached in, and pulled her out with such speed that she almost felt a buzz of vertigo, and a tremendous panic as she looked up to see the much larger female’s smiling gaze meet hers. “W-wait!” Khulgana attempted to plead, knowing what was about to happen.

H’aerindu shook her head, and she tossed the auri high into the air.

For a moment she simply hovered in place, free for an instant till gravity overtook her and she looked down at the buxom Warrior of Light’s face, as her lips parted to reveal the inside of her salivating maw.

“Wait!” Khulgana yelled as she plummeted toward it, “Wait! I don’t wanna dieeeeeee!!”

The plea fell on deaf ears as she bodily fell into that gaping mouth, and caught a glimpse of the Eikonslayer closing her mouth with a hum of satisfaction as she slid alongside her feline's moist tongue.

With the hopelessness of the forsaken, she clawed against the flesh.

Gravity, however, could not be denied.

Khulgana slid into the moist gullet where the miqo’te’s throat muscles clenched briefly against svelte body, before they undulated in such a manner that produced an absolutely thunderous, “GULP!”

Swallowing her whole.

The auri tried to grab onto the surrounding flesh as she fell, and fell, but soon enough she passed the woman’s beating heart… and plopped into the stomach below where a terrible hell awaited her. Khulgana writhed in the torturous heat, surrounded by the misery of many dozens of bodies either dead or crying out and fighting in a horrible mishmash of voices and acts of violence.

Rank no longer mattered here in that woman’s digestive tract.

Khulgana couldn’t hope to bring order to anything, and so she joined the chorus as she struggled against all the bodies that moved among the piles of food that had been eaten alongside them.

Beating against what wall she could find, and begging for release.

“Let me out!” Khulgana tried to wipe off some of the digestive acid that was beginning to coat her slender figure, and begged. Despite knowing nothing could prevent them all from becoming breast fat. The auri coughed, and resumed as ever more of her comrades died around her, “Let me out!!”

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With the cohort’s exterminated by way of introducing all of their four-hundred and eighty shrunken selves to her stomach, H’aerindu kicked back in the crevice and simply enjoyed herself as she looked at and caressed her engorged stomach. Smirking at the struggles inside the digestive sac that were weakening as the cohort gradually lost the resulting battle of attrition only she could win.

“Phew…” The buxom cat girl exhaled in satisfaction, “While this meal wasn’t exactly planned, I’d say the test of my new spell passed with flying colors…”

The struggling of her hundreds of preys intensified for an instant there, using the chicken and other foodstuffs for foothold. But it faltered right awah as quite a number of them succumbed.

Leaving the miqo’te to adjust her position a little bit.

“Nice try, but you’re not getting out.” H’aerindu told her food, though it was doubtful they could hear her.

Several minutes passed after that as her stomach slowly grew still.

Followed by the distended bulge become softer, as the amount of meat and whatnot were sloughed off bones and broken down. Melting them at a steady rate that resulted in her belly shrinking. “Come to think of it…” H’aerindu started to comment after a while, “I was supposed to be bringing one back for interrogation, but… Eh. On second thought it's better this way.”

Wouldn’t be good if someone made known her proclivity of eating people.

So she dismissed it, and settled down – closing her eyes. When suddenly someone spoke up. “Hey!”

H’aerindu opened an eye to look up at a Garlean conscript.

A miqo’te in this case, who continued without waiting for an answer. “Have you seen a female cohort that’s supposed to be around here?”

It struck her as odd that this one would ask her of all people this, but supposed this one must be rather green. Seeing as she haven’t noticed the field of empty clothes and weapons none of her food would be wearing anymore in this life. Nevertheless… “Yeah, I’ve seen them.” She said, sitting up to face the female conscript.

“Great! Do you know where they went?”

“Of course, they went right this way~” H’aerindu replied sultrily, and grabbed the apparent courier – judging by the lack of armor – by the collar of her jacket, using it to yank her forward. The keeper of the moon’s eyes widened in surprise, but could do no more as she fell head-first into H’aerindu’s wide set maw, her head and shoulders first to vanish as the brunette swallowed hard.

Then shot her hands forward to grab at the girl’s hips, and pulled.

Allowing her to swallow across the chest and waist quickly, positively cramming the svelte courier down her throat.

This meal ended as quickly as it had begun, as H’aerindu followed up her prior motion by swallowing past the female’s hips, and slurped up the shapely legs thereafter till the courier slipped away completely – resulting in her stomach widening considerably as the meal was dumped into its slop-filled embrace, where she was forced into a tight fetal position.

Naturally the keeper of the moon objected to this treatment, and tensed her muscles as she pressed her slender back and feet against the stomach wall.

It didn’t do her much good, though.

After all, the Warrior of Light’s gut was accustomed to far tougher prey than some mere courier… allowing her to simply enjoy the struggles put up by her tasty prey. Though it wasn’t without some hiccups. “Mm… BURP!” The seeker of the sun belched aloud, though she recovered – briefly sticking her tongue out at the bulge with her lips settled into a sultry smile before she went back to her relaxation.

“No idea what you’re complaining about…” H’aerindu told her prey with a fair amount of mock annoyance, “I did show you where they all went. Though if some were still alive, your entry most likely killed them.”

The bloated belly of her wobbled and rocked side to side as the courier squirmed.

“No need to worry, though.” The brunette added, petting her bulge up and down, “You’ll see them in my breasts soon enough!”

H’aerindu sat back down on the round stone after having said this, adjusting the seating as her much enlarged stomach was nestled against her thighs before she leaned back on the crevice wall and waited for her food to digest. Drumming her fingers against the bulge as the meats inside were gradually stripped and melted into deliquesce. Adding to her hips and chest as all that could be processed was absorbed, while all the rest piled into her intestinal tract.

This time there was no further interruption, allowing her four hours of peace over which her stomach softened and shrank as the foodstuff, a full cohort, plus a courier slowly became a part of her.

Culminating when her upper garments started to feel tight around the chest, and her middle had all but flattened. Leaving the now bustier miqo’te with a mounting pressure toward her rear that prompted her to leave the crevice, and headed off to a corner where people would be less likely to look.

Once there, H’aerindu undid her skirt and undergarment, and crouched down to take the inevitable dump she knew was coming.

Clenching her teeth, the brunette put her hands to the ground and pushed hard – forcing both her sphincters open as she pushed out a log that felt almost twice the size of the hole she was pushing it out of. Resulting in a sharp but predictable pain she simply endured as she laid to rest a rapidly growing pile of shit and corroded bones. Much of the latter being far smaller than they’d be under normal circumstances, if not almost completely unnoticeable.

So the courier was naturally the hardest to pass.

Though it wasn’t long till the dump concluded as she with one final grunt plopped out a dung-filled miqo’te’s skull that was added neatly to the pile. Leaving the brunette breathing heavily as she savored the feeling of completion after emptying her bowels. “There… there you go~” H’aerindu said as she recovered, smiling while she went on to clean her tush before standing up.

All the while feeling the tightness around her hips as she put her lower garments back on.

“The lot of you sure did my body good.” H’aerindu hummed sultrily, appraising her breasts and curves with her hands. “I wonder how many of you people I can shrink down with mini all at once… Questions best saved for later, I guess.” While she wanted to stay around a bit more, she needed to conclude her patrol.

So with a refreshed smile on her lips, she went back to base, leaving the steaming pile of shit and bones behind her without another look.

The main encampment was abuzz with confusion by the time she arrived, with quite a few soldiers manning the ramparts just within the barrier protecting it from long ranged bombardment. “What’s the matter?” H’aerindu asked as Marsak called her over, his face a perplexed mask.

“We’ve had reports that a full cohort was heading our way, but we’ve seen neither hair nor hide of them for hours!” Marsak urgently explained, “Have you seen any sign along your patrol route?”

“News to me…” H’aerindu lied, aware that she couldn’t exactly tell him that she shrank down and ate them all – leaving them and a courier as a stinking pile of waste on the wayside. “Haven’t seen them.”

The hrothgar scratched his head, “Huh. Strange.”

“It might be presumptuous for me to say this, but maybe they’re not coming. Or their target is something else. In any case, I’ll be taking a break now. Come and wake me up if something happens.”

“Feel free to. Thanks for the help.”

“Always.” H’aerindu nodded, leaving the hrothgar to it as she found the bunkhouse and found herself an available one while thinking of what a day it has been so far. Intent on finding opportunities to use mini more later as she laid her shapely figure down on a good hammock and let herself drift to sleep.