Within the bag, wrapped in damp cloths, were pheasants and woodcock, plucked and ready to cook. Tarkyn pulled them out and laid them on their wrappings in a row along the ground. At the bottom of the bag, he found cups, plates and cooking utensils. He felt around and found a large covered bowl containing nuts and dried fruits and a sack filled with root vegetables and greenery. As the bag was emptied, a large barrel of wine, which had been sitting behind it, came into view.
Tarkyn sent his thanks to the fox before looking around at the others with a smile, “Over to someone else. This is definitely the makings of a lovely dinner and I am definitely not making it. Emptying that sack is the closest I have ever come, or ever want to come, to cooking.” He grinned, “Besides, Running Feet needs
