Such a feast for one.
Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 5:24 pm
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.
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.