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[i]Zande sat next to a small patch of burning ground near the middle of the area, sweat rolling down his face as he vainly tried roasting a skewered rabbit. Oil fire did not a good recipie make. The meat smelled sharp, pungent, foul. The headhunter made small whining sounds as he removed the animal from the flame and examined its black, smoke-basted body. It was ruined. He needed another source of meat to cook. He looked up, glancing around hopelessly. It seemed like he'd need to go on another long hunt. His stomach gurgled pitifully, and he rubbed it absent mindedly, scowling.[/i]