A small, quaint kitchen. Pots and pans fill the ceiling and make a clamor on a windy day. A small squat table, surrounding by four chairs, sit in the back of the kitchen. A small wood burning stove is seen upon entering.
Inside cottage kitchen, Inside Cottage
ladies
man
I grow a beard and shave it off.  I pee standing up.  I hunt and gather for my village.  I made my own crossbow.
Hello, fair maiden! What are you cooking for dinner this evening? I am not your serving girl. Perhaps you should learn how to speak to a lady? Forgive me, flower. I only wish to compliment. I heard from friend that you make the best stews in the land! I came to barter for some, if I may. That's better, and indeed, I do prepare a fine stew and perhaps will use this pan to make some, but will not hesitate to hit you upside the head with it if need be. What is your fancy? Rabbit? Venison? Perhaps a simple vegetable stew? Vegetable stew? Do I appear as a man who abstains from meat? Venison, please! And on the double, I have treasures to seek and quests to embark upon! Again with the demands. My stew is the finest and I will not be rushed. If all you desire is a quick meal, perhaps you should seek elsewhere. If you would like the best, then I suggest you sit and offer some manners and patience. Aye, M'lady, Aye.... I will maintain patience for your famous stew. I can do that. I can mind my manners.... Say, are you in want of a husband, or? I need no man to provide or protect me, I do quite well on my own. Perhaps we should talk about you. Are you from this town? Or a traveler? A traveler, sweet miss. I gallivant upon these wild and treacherous hills to find fortune, wealth and perhaps... one day... a beautiful maiden.... Anyway, I have brought my sword and my stead to seek destiny across these lands. And you? How have you learned the secrets of stew?  I am from this area, but studied under the best cooks far and wide to learn my craft. It can be lonely, just me and my stew, but I have learned to appreciate the solitude. A pity such a beautiful woman should endure such loneliness- a vat of marvelous stew and yet... only one spoon to adorn your table. Pity, indeed. Tell me, have you dreamed of setting up a stew show in the nearby town? It is much larger than this small village. Perhaps a fortune awaits you, M'lady. Perhaps, Sir, but why should I move when people travel plenty to me? I have no need for fortune, I take pleasure in my stew and conversations with travelers. Now eat, and rest.  