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Message: <blockquote data-quote="WindCrystal" data-source="post: 6225500" data-attributes="member: 6701657">[ATTACH]59809[/ATTACH]While the song's soft tone takes his ears away from the forest's natural chatters and discussions of rickety cricket chirping, leaves and branches rustling in the wind, and the cackle of the fire, Amien takes his knife and forces it into the lid of the tin container, freeing the contents within to be consumed. After carving away the metal peeling, he takes the brown, rubbery slab, a piece of dried meat, and impales it onto a thin stick. He scoots himself closer to the fire place so that he can "cook" the morsel in this manner. While waiting for the dried meat to become warm, he bides his time by snacking on one of the brittle wafers that the ration also provides.When the singing has been finished, he lets out a comment he was holding back, "I've always heard that home cooking was the finest, but to be contrary it was always the worst for me. I can only handle so little food that feels like murky slime. At least with these rations I don't feel like I'm doing something horrible to myself."Once satisfied with the outcome of the meat, he leans back and turns it all about to see how it looks on every side, making sure the coloration change is even throughout, and then starts blowing on it. He then looks over to Damaris while she's still awake and asks, seeming uncharacteristically knowing as he does, "How did such a young girl like yourself come to become an adventurer again? You seem very young to be willing to risk losing your life at any moment."</blockquote>

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