Chill wakes in his cold dank hut. He stretchs his tired aching bones and "thinks wow the 13th century is a bit of a drag". He heads out into the chilling damp air. It's just a shade above frost, "June sucks in the Polish mountains" he mutters before heading into the woods to check his traps.
He's lucky this morning as he's caught a nice fat rabbit. Guess he'll get to eat today after all. He builds a small fire and warms his hands over the flames. He skins the rabbit and puts it on a spit to roast. Sitting back to watch he opens his wineskin and takes a long drink.
The sun is starting to heat up and the chill in the air is disipating. The scent of roasting rabbit smells good and the wine gives him a warm glow in his belly. Might turn out to be a good day afterall he thinks.
What's the matter? Even with the knowledge of where to get your chinese food you still didn't get enough to eat?
