The cold storage lies just beyond the cottage door. In it are various harvested vegetables, fruits, and nuts. Cured meat hangs from the ceiling by thin rope. The room is made of wood, and the wind whistles through the cracks.
Cold storage room, Outside Cottage
thief
wife
I was married off by my family about five years ago. I spend my days cooking and cleaning so my husband will have something to eat when he returns from his work and can enjoy a clean home. I love my husband dearly because he works very hard to provide for us.
What are you doing in here? I am not sure who I am or where we are.  It is as if my memory has /failed to load/, I apologize!  You are in my cold storage room at my home. Does your head hurt? Are you injured? I remember something now, I am a thief!  Thank you for reminding me of where we are.  I think I was attacked by something, or someone.  I have a large lump on my head. Ha! I knew you were up to no good! But at least you're an honest thief. Please, I was only looking for food to feed my children!  Allow me to make this right for you You could've just asked me for food or offered to do some work for it. My husband could use a little help with his work, if you're willing. That sounds good, but are you sure there isn't another way I can make this up to you?  Your husband won't be back from the fields for awhile yet. Oh, erm... I love my husband very much, but thanks anyway. Can you knead bread? Yes, I have kneaded much bread in my time.  My father was the village baker! Here, put this back in. You can knead my... bread... as long as we're done before my husband makes it home. But just the bread! Where do you usually, errr, knead bread?