Sighing to himself, Roger walked back inside his small wooden cabin. Why did no one listen. He could vividly picture the scene that would come later. A winged beast descending down on them, ripping flesh and breaking bones. Roger, feeling hungry, decided to check his lard. Nothing. He cursed silently to himself, and then headed out to find more food, his shotgun held once again in his hands. Hopefully a deer would be found, but a wild boar would do nicely as well. He wandered for a while, and then a smell penetrated the air. Cooking meat? Roger was confused. He followed the scent until the trees stopped and he came out into a graveyard. A small house stood at one side. It seemed to be where the food smell was coming from. Maybe he could steal whatever they were cooking inside. He wandered up and paced around the house, his feet making loud footsteps on the ground. Finally, he reached a window, he peered inside, only to see the girl from earlier. Roger jumped back in surprise. [@Alisdragon911]