The sun set in the west.
Dilan had almost everything prepared. Simple shelters were erected, sufficient for temporary accommodation. The remaining improvements could wait for the following days. Fishing nets had been cast; all that remained was to wait for the haul. A long wait lay ahead.
"Yo, still hungry?" Simon, munching on a piece of fruit, strolled over with a mocking grin. "Starving, aren't you?"
"We're not hungry at all. We're stuffed. Why don't you guys pick some fruit?"
"Oh, right," Simon muttered to himself, "We've already picked all the fruit nearby. There's nothing left for you."
"So, losers, what do you think?" Simon smirked, stopping in front of Dilan. "If you kneel down and kowtow to me right now, admit you're a loser, I'll have someone send you some food." Simon's v
