Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26383377-20180728220314/@comment-26383377-20180801211731

Rikki would be greeted by a warm cozy fire, with what seemed to be a type of goat roasting above it on a spit, the entire goat was being cooked at once, with the spit being turned by none other than...

The person who saved her life. He sat on a dead tree stump, spinning the spit, and ensuring that the goat was cooked well. He stood up, and approached the roasting goat, which had already been cooked quite well. He picked up a comparatively small wooden bowl, barely the size of his palm, and sheared a few strips of meat using his knife. The strips fell onto the bowl, and he knelt down next to a round metal pot, which had also been boiling water using the heat from the fire. He dipped the bowl into the pot, and filled it with warm water. He used his knife to dice the meat up, and stir it into the bowl. Using such a large knife to stir such a small bowl, it looked like he was struggling with how minute his actions were.