Lazaryos awoke the next morning just as the sun was rising, still sitting in his meditation position and got up, looking down on the town. Blood stains were still all over the floor, but the town was completely void of the sea of beasts from the night prior. He walked down the hill and through the town. On the way down, Lazaryos noticed the armoured warrior from the day before laying and snoring next to a small fire pit that was out with a prop of what looked like the remains of a bear. He shrugged and went through the town, searching for what might be useful on his way. It was a bit eerie, however, with so much blood everywhere, but not a single body, hair or bone anywhere in sight. Lazaryos cruised down the streets that he remembered from memory and found the place he was looking for. With a strike from the butt of his staff, he broke down the cover from a small stand and there, still on a very small fire that must've been big to begin with to still be running now, not to mention the size of the pot, was his prize. There are many things in this world that is luscious to everyone in this world, but for Lazaryos, there was only one thing he ever liked, Praxville's special beef-kabobs made and sold specifically by Chief Praxton's son, Eli. And there, only 2 feet away, was the last pot of them that will ever be made. Lazaryos looked around the other stands and found a large icing box about the same size as the 4-foot tub in Eli's stand. With all his strength, he poured all the beef, including the sauce, into the icing box and grabbed a handful to eat before covering it up and running the straps over his arms. On his way out, Lazaryos grabbed a handful of kabob sticks from the stand and continued on north. It would he was happy for two reasons. 1) He got the last of Praxville's famous dish. 2) He wouldn't see anyone until nightfall, since he headed out so much earlier.