Cooking Jerky

[16:20] Heading to the kitchen of the Manor, Revan would begin reach for his flint and striker, staring a fire under the stove and stoking it's fire with some nearby lumber. As the stove would warm up, the amateur cook would begin preparing the pork he had harvested from his slaughtering of wild boar.

Cutting them into thin slices, being sure to leave the pork just thick enough to have substance after it has smoked and dried. The next step would be marinating and applies the spices.

Normally this was a task Revan would simply do, allowing muscle memory to take over, as he had done this plenty of times. Growing up without a mother, or servants to care for the house, a lot of those duties were something that the Task would take upon himself. It was just one way he thought he could take care of his brothers, and look after his father.

Though.. It was quite difficult, learning to cook without having someone to teach him. His father and brothers were quite honest with their opinions, and it pushed Revan to atleast make his food edible.

He would think back to his early days, when he started making food they could actually stomach. It would become something of a little pleasure of his, to be useful in other regards than the training he would endure each day.

His mind wandering, he would think about the growing members of The Dragontooth, Fingar had proved he had other things to offer than straight combative prowress.. Rei had yet to prove herself, though her demeanor was quite agreeable with his own. Thinking back to the original four that had started it, a smile would find itself on his face again while he worked.

Hans was quiet, though when he did speak, it was quite contributive. Fenes was strong, and very kind, though he felt like she was harboring something darker.. Perhaps it was because of the divide in her family?.. Maybe it was something he would approach her about.. Privately.. And Lilith, she had such a spiritthat he admired.

Slicing away as he got lost in his thoughts, he would feel a sting in one of his fingers, suddenly coming to, he would notice that he had cut his finger.

You damn fool.. Look what you've gone and done.

Throwing out the contaminated slices, he would wash his hand, wrapping it in a cloth, and holding it above his head.

You don't know what you're doing, getting involved with them. You're a Task, and Father is expecting great things of you. What are you doing hanging around a group like that? They are weak, and you will never grow when you are surrounded by the weak.

Negative thoughts arising, asking questions Revan couldn't answer. He didn't know why he kept going back to them, and he didn't know why he agreed to even join them, he always thought he was better than everyone, so why does he find himself continually returning to them?
(Revan Task)