Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140218020301/@comment-11457306-20140224040047

Using the wire from her remaining earring, M'Nara fashioned a passable hook. Smaller fish swimming in the shadows made excellent bait. The fish were active in the cool morning, probably attracted by the bodies which still floated here and there, caught on rocks and hung in the river plants. She soon had a dozen good sized ones flopping on the bank. She gutted them expertly with the sharp cooking knife she carried in one boot and brought them back to the fire to spread on the rocks. Then she started the fire. While the rocks heated, she went in search of salt. There had to be a bag of it somewhere. Though it might be water-logged, it would dry quickly in the increasing heat of the rising sun.