'I should've come even earlier to see that the spirits don't send this place on fire by accident or for their spirit reasons… Are they gathering dead insects? By gods, there's an entire pile already!' Tamsha's eyes widened when he saw our "future meat" pile. 'Ew, how disgusting.'
I glanced at it and winced. Admittedly, it *was* gruesome to the extreme—it looked and smelled like a butcher shop, and to the side, some bees were already doing the butchering.
The atmosphere of a slaughterhouse was growing more concerning than any suspicions Tamsha could've had. He had them all the time, anyway.
'Just leave the box—no, not like that, put it on the side first.' When he did, I nodded in satisfaction. 'Now go back to your actual work, Tamsha. If any of the supplies are missing or wrong, I will hold *you* accountable!'
This was enough to urge Tamsha to leave together with his massive wheelbarrow. And now we had the box!
