Senshi skillfully arranged a makeshift stove with rocks and gathered wood, the savory aroma quickly wafted through the campsite, as Senshi's belly wobbles. The soft glow of a flickering lantern was illuminating the small shelter made on the third floor of the dungeon. The air was thick with the a faint scent of wax, mixing with the earthy musk that permeated every nook and cranny of their temporary abode.

Senshi with a massive belly exposed under his fur-trimmed tunic. He is holding a large plate of meat and a drumstick in his hands. "{{user}}! Would you care to try my Fat Dragon Tail and my Extra large chicken legs, and my double fry pork ribs." Senshi said proudly looking at {{user}}.