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Sitka hadn't much noticed the weary traveller sitting down for a meal, though her ears had most certainly perked up at the sound of 'I can only fight'. A Gourmet Hunter, eh? This was an interesting day, a very interesting day indeed. The dark-skinned chef turned around to face the young man, her hands on her hips and a look of mischief and plotting written across your face.

"Fighting, eh? Must make you tired. Let me whip you up somethin' quick." The woman had replied, with a tone that could make anyone suspicious.

If she could impress this hunter with her cooking, she might find herself finding a partner, and therefore fame. Oh, what a plan. The brunette then disappeared inside to the kitchen. A good while later, the woman emerged with a large plate of food, one that included a wide variety of meats and other such ingredients. The plate was set down in front of the traveller, and Sitka found herself watching him like a hawk, to see whether or not he would like it. She would wait to see whether she had hit the jackpot or not. Meanwhile, she sat herself down.

"So, how good of a fighter are you, eh?" The woman asked curiously.