Sure enough, half-cooked...
"Those protagonists who live in luxury in bard stories but can whip up a good barbecue are really impressive."
While painfully swallowing the 'leftovers' with fish scales not completely removed, giving off a strong fishy smell, he lowly complained, and then spent about ten minutes forcing the river's taste into his stomach. He yawned and slowly walked out of his temporary home, a dry, cold cave.
The bright sunshine fell upon him, driving the cave's eager chill out of his body completely, making him let out a disgraceful groan.
"Phew, let's chop a bit more before dark."
Rubbing his slightly reddened nose vigorously, he drew out his 'expensive' longsword, valued at one gold coin, and started going crazy against the air.
