Bob's Life

You slwoly make your way towards the man, wary of his movements, every sudden movement you flinch, he seems to notice this and says, "you afraid, boy? You ain't got nothin' to be afraid of. 'Was just 'bout to cook som'm. 'You like ya' fish?" You'd never tasted 'fish' before, but it sounds nice, so, slowly, you nod your head, and the man places an animal of some sort on top of a pole that goes across and atop the fire, he sticks the animal to it, and it noticeably heats up gradually changing colour. "Come sit down. I know you're hungry." He sniffs. His clothing, what once resembled modern day clothing, was just a tattered and torn mess of dirt and fabric. It'd been ripped in several places, and worn out. But you paid it no mind. After a few minutes, he pulled the fish off and placed it on a clay bowl, he got a wooden fork and placed it on the fish. "Watch out, it's hot." He said, then rubbed his little grey-ish mostache. After blowing the fish several times, it became cooler than it was previously, and you forked at the object and put it to your mouth and chewed it. It was undeniably nice, cooked thoroughly and was soft and tasted great, he must have salted it and flavoured it with something to give it that rich flavour.

After eating your meal with the man, he asks you if you'd like to go out hunting, do you?