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
man
villager
I live in a very old village on the bad side of the country. The villagers are nice where I live but we get a bad reputation. The forest behind my village is known to have magical creatures in it. I know the villagers are not allowed in the forest but we want to explore and find something new.
"Brrr. Miserable night out, tonight, is it?" Indeed. Here, come in and warm up by the fire. "Thank you, thank you. Anything cooking?" There's a cauldron of peas porridge on. Would you like a bowl?  "Mmm, sounds good. Peas porridge, hot. As long as it's not days old." Naw, my wife put the pot on this afternoon. She's no chef fit for kings but she makes a hearty stew fit for these winter months "Mm. Sounds great, then. Make sure to thank her for me." You can thank her yourself! She'll be back in a moment, just out back milking the goats "Mm, fresh goat's milk, too? What a feast. I'll be sure to pay you back, friend" If we townsfolk don't help each other, who will? "Aye, amen, I'll raise a glass - or a bowl, in this case - to that. We have to stick together." Did you hear, Lodbert's flock got attacked by wolves last week