Your fire crackles as cold hands reach for its warmth. I see you noticing my limbs yearning for the heat of your tentatively crafted fire. You're good, really good, a real woodsman who could survive the harshest of these hinterlands. food. one word? Is that all i can muster? I've been traveling for a while, so my body must be telling me something. Even so, I am at the mercy of you, this master outdoorsman.