Sephiroth grinned at Seferia, then got to work on packing away the rest of his supplies. His personal grain store was quite large now, and the air-tight container was near full. There must have been nearly a month’s ration in there, for he had been hoarding it rather than eating it.
He packed away the hunting equipment he had obtained, then moved to lie down on his side of the tent, sighing with tiredness.
“When the eggs hatch, I’m going to see if I can barter,” He told Seferia. “My grain container has to be worth at least two hand-woven carry sacks.”