Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20141210185453/@comment-32663439-20141231213207

After a while, Kodlak had finished fishing. He had 24 sun-dried fish which could last for weeks, 7 large trout that they could spitroast, and around forty crayfish he had caught with the net. The crayfish were an especially unique find. As soon as he had found them, he had  fashioned a large water-holding basket out of reeds and treebranches, filled it with water, and then put them in. He trudged back to the cave, carrying the basket of crayfish, with the other fish slung over his shoulder. He got home untouched, and entered the cave. He sat the large basket down at one side of the cave, and used his extremely hard dagger to chip two holes into the cave walls that were facing each other. He took some rope and strung it across, sticking crossbow bolts into the holes, pinning the rope into the holes. He strung the fish up along the line. It was away from the entrance, away from the draugr door, and off of the dusty ground. Kodlak admired his work. He went out, collected some wood, and started a fire in the cave. Once the fire was going, he built a spitroast and started roasting a large trout. "Wake up, lazy good for nothing. The Little Red Hen isn't here today. If your pampered ass wants to live, you need to eat. Dwemer and their privileged ways...I bet an automaton took care of you your entire life."