Asterian sat at his newly lit fire, taking in his surroundings as the sun met its final breath before nightfall. The ari filled with sounds of the wildlife that inhabited the forests of Scyillya. Crickets chirped, owls hooed, and bats screeched at high pitch sounds. The noises made Asterian feel at peace, not having to deal with the sounds of the city at dark with it's yelling, screaming, and crashing noises caused by constant break-ins.<br/><br/>Asterian had thought to himself many times while in the city, "is this what the world will end up like, no nature, peace, or serenity? Will it end up in chaos, disarray, and the diminished morals of human imperialism?" Luckily, Asterian always knew the answer to that question, "Over my dead body," he repeated to himself time and time again as he phased deep into thought.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a thud caught his attention, "I hope you can cook." Gael said to him, and then again repeating herself as if she was in pain, "I really hope you can cook." Asterian immediately smiled at the girl and her prizes. He then stood and picked one up with his left hand, "Your third trial has been completed." As he sat back down, two stone posts rose from the ground, forming a spot to cook their food. He placed the deer on the posts, legs on one end, and head on the other, "we must wait a few hours for it to cook evenly."