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Almost like he was a rabbit noticing an ambush predator, his head turned swiftly to face the Manakete as she spoke. Although he did not show it, he felt sorely embarrassed at his minor failure.
Once more he turned his attention back to the rock he struck. Was his angle off? Did he not scrape hard enough? Was the rock of an unusable variant? Too many questions flooded his mind; not enough execution was being done.
He inhaled deeply. This time he would make this attempt slightly closer to the tinder. His hope laid with creating a spark by striking the blade of his dagger against the rock and thus, igniting the dry grass. In all likelihood, he might have been too hesitant the last time with his blade.
Accordingly, the blade was lifted up prior to harshly driving diagonally downwards against the stone.
jTARPFsX1-6 (Multiplied by Grant's Skill = 27)
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And again he failed!
This time, the rock failed to even heat up from his strike. If the rock was his enemy, he might already have lost the fight against it. It was agitating for him. He checked if Hadassah was there and surprisingly enough, she had been submerged for longer than he expected. Another opportunity to try his hand at finally lighting the tinder either way.
1-6 (Multiplied by Grant's Skill = 36)
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Apparently, his talents were suited more towards failing than making fires. Thus was the case with this attempt.
Now that she was capable of holding her breath for about ten minutes, she swam toward the bottom of the lake in search for bounty.
An abundance of fresh water clams, a few shrimp... oh, and a few fat fish swam about toward the bottom. This was an excellent hunting ground.
Hadassah collected that which could not move into her pouch. She collected enough clams for a feast for two, then approached the bottom of the lake bed and concealed herself within the weeds. The fish she had spotted earlier were aware of her presence as well, but not as a threat.
The manateke raised her spear, then suddenly struck one of the large fish (about 2 feet long) through the connecting joint of the spine to the head, killing it instantly.
She began to kick up toward the surface, dragging the twitching fish along. Once she had breached, she began to swim toward shore.
Thus, she immediately notice that there was no smoke, hence no fire. Looks like it was time for a lesson in fire building... and maybe as penalty, she'll make Grant filet the fish.
"Grant," Hadassah smiled as she held her spear against her shoulder, "Perhaps you might have better luck cutting up this fish. Let me tend to the fire."1-6ObPDUQ04
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
Meanwhile near the bank of the river, Grant was livid at the fact that he was being bested by the task of making a campfire. Any sort of patience he had for other people would be much stronger. However, the tolerance he had for his own failure was little to none. That being said, awareness of himself was a great tool in most given situations.
Knowing one’s own faults when it came down to a problem was one of his fortes. As such, he took a short moment to calm himself down. Only through failure and experience could he truly get better. Having that in mind, he began frantically scraping at the rock in an attempt to make a spark. That was, until he heard a voice speak from behind him.
Immediately, he stood and turned to face her. “Ah. . . So I shall.” The butler announced with a mild hint of weariness in his tone. “My thanks, Miss Hadassah.”The dagger he used was wrapped in a cloth by him prior to cleaning it and his hands. Before he proceeded, his sleeves rolled up to prevent any blood from staining them.
“Might I ask what sort of dish we shall be preparing?” He asked, beginning to skin the fish. Grant was unsure if they were going to cook, steam or even boil the meat. In fact, he did not even know if they were even about to do any of the actions listed to it.
As Grant prepared the fish, Hadassah moved toward the backside of a bush and picked up a long, flat rock slab. She placed it beside the rock pit that was put together, and rose once more to retrieve her satchel and cloak. From the bag she produced a small bow, as well as a stick and a flat board with several concave impressions within it.
"Perhaps you may guess my method of cooking with what I have procured," answered Hadassah as she sat down on her haunches, "I believe you may easily understand from first glance." She placed the flat wooden board on the ground and place Grant's bird nest next to it. She twisted the bow's rope around the thicker stick, then kept it in place with a small rock on the top of it with her left hand. After, she gripped the bow steadily in her right, then started pulling it back and forth, causing it to spin and to bore a hole into the wooden board. Her biceps flexed as she increased her speed and velocity, eventually causing smoke to rise from the embers created by the friction.
As the embers appeared, she stopped and tipped the board so that they fell into the tinder nest, then began fanning it with her hand. Smoke began to build, thus Hadassah took it in her hands and blew gently into it. When the flame appeared, the nest was placed within the dry sticks that were set up by Grant. She threw more sticks inside the fire until it grew stronger.
"We'll need more wood in a bit," said Hadassah as she stood back up, "I have a large stash in a shed structure behind that tree." She pointed at an oak that stood a few feet away from them.
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
By what she had procured? He lifted his head to face the fire pit. A relatively flat piece of stone would make for a good surface to have the fish reside on once cut- that much was there. It would at least save them from having to eat the fish boiled for that day.
Though, he could not go straight to cooking it just yet. He had some experience with preparing meat and vegetables at least. The only complication was that his dagger were both double edged. Nevertheless, he would make do with what he had.
Grant would then go to work with preparing the meat. Washing the fish proved to be easy enough what with the lake nearby, a slight incision had already been made by him- allowing some blood to be drawn from it. A cloth to pat the moisture out of it’s skin was readily available by him. Finally, he could get to cleaning out it’s insides. Three easy cuts: one alongside it’s belly and two on each side close to it’s cheek. Then a short pull of it’s head and along came the organs- leaving the meat intact with it’s backbone.
At that point the undesired bits of fish could simply be thrown away, but making ever single bit count would be more beneficial. The organs could be used for chum and the bones for broth. Therefore, he kept the bones aside after filleting the meat from it’s backbone. The other parts went into a small pouch which he placed by the fire.
Subsequent to running water over the two rather large fillets until no more blood seeped he moved them to the slab to, at last, cook. “I have extracted it’s organs on the chance that you might wish to use it as bait.” He nodded his head while looking at the oak tree. “Though I am afraid it will not keep for long.”
He flipped over the pieces every so often using his dagger. “Would you mind if I were to borrow your pot?”
As per Grant's request, Hadassah pulled the small pot from her satchel and handed it to him. "Of course." She was intending to boil water in it, but if it were used for fish bone soup, then that was even better.
"I'm impressed, Grant," she smiled as she leaned back on her arm, "I do enjoy the company of the perceptive, not that there's anything wrong with one who is less so." The clams were placed systematically along the edge of the fire, then buried beneath a layer of hot coals.
The combination of the smell and the sizzling sound of the fish was absolutely heavenly, and without any restraint from herself, a single trail of saliva trickled down the edge of Hadassah's mouth.
"... This is the best. Wide open spaces, no suffocating crowds, and fresh, clean air. If there was a hot spring nearby, it wouldn't get any better than that." Her throat reverberated with a chuckle, "Hehehe, I do not envy those who desire riches or fame. Self-sufficiency has got to be the epitome of life." She motioned her hand to the cooking fish and the clams, "With a bit of know-how, food is an abundant resource in the wild. Best of all, it's free for anyone to take if they know what to look for."
Her head turned to him, "I must ask, though. How are you holding up so far?"
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
“Thank you, Miss Hadassah,” he replied as he grasped the handle.
Pity that they did not have any vegetables, Grant knew of making a tastier variant of broth with them. For the time being, it would suffice. After filling a fifth of the pot with water, he placed it close to the fire. The skeleton would be later added in with it’s tail end sticking out of the pot for ease of removal. There was more meat to be found behind it’s cheeks along with some surrounding it’s spine- usually wasted by chefs, but it could intensify the flavour such a specific soup.
Listening to her speak was an easy task despite his engrossment with preparing their food. While he did not mind being on his own, he enjoyed having someone to converse with provided that they were polite and not overly loud. The question he received however, had been rather unexpected.
She had been the first person to ask him any sort of question concerning his state in a long time. A shallow opening was cut in the golden-brown exterior by him to inspect one of the two fillet’s insides. Revealed was a peek at a lightly flaked, albeit mostly firm texture- prime for the feast. “Holding up, you ask,” spoke the butler.
“Aside from my severe incompetence regarding the task of lighting a fire, I suppose I am quite well.” Grant wrapped two pieces of cloth on the respective ends of the rock to protect his hands as he hoisted it above the flames. He then made his way over to his guide prior to placing it in front of her- the slate which both his and her meat resided on.
“Not quite yet am I begging to retreat back for civilisation.” Following two swift wipes, he lowered the bronze dagger down onto the stone slab with it’s hilt facing Hadassah. “Then again, I might have to for a new pair of socks perhaps later in the future.” Grant added with a closed smirk.
The time to obtain more fuel for fire had approached, marked by the softening roars of their campfire. “Please feel free to start without me,” he began to make his way to the oak she had mentioned before. “And do be careful, it is still hot.”
"Good," Hadassah responded as she listened to his welfare. The socks will have to wait... it was still a day's journey to Cheve, and unless they were to happen upon a wealthy merchant on the way, he was out of luck for a while.
She sat up as she received the knife from Grant and thanked him quietly before turning the utensil over a few times. The honest thing is that she never used a knife for eating either since the one she had was a time-honored family heirloom. That, and her lack of experience with a lot of more modern man-made tools was great in comparison to her knowledge of self-sufficiency.
Ah, well. Perhaps this trip would provide plenty more enlightenment in that respect.
The day would wear on, and the two would pick up their journey once more tomorrow.
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Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
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