It was nothing but hight noon when a hevanly smeel fills the air around a single man and a camp fire.

The man was sitting on a rock (others may call it a small boulder) cooking what seems to appear two whole chickens and a couple of apples and a small loaf of bread. As one of the chickens was done cooking Athint carefully removed it from the fire and riped off a drumstick and started to eat it.

By the time he was half finished he poured a mug to the brim in ale and place it on the rock where he planted himself while he feasted.

"Do you mind if I have some, sir? I have been traveling these lands and am extremely hungry."

The Sheikah thief raised her nose in the air, sniffing in a doglike way. "Food. Hah! Food! Smells like... chicken....bread....ale...." Arrika walked forward dreamily with her eyes closed, and bumped into the boulder. "Wha..? Oh, hey, Aurel," she says to Aureliano. "You smell what I smell? What's the chance the guy will share?" Whispers Arrika.

"Yeah, food! I doubt he'll gives use some until he *cough* LOGS IN *cough*.....sorry, prepares everything." Aureliano told Arrika. Meanwhile he smelt the heavenly aroma