Just a few months prior, he was a strapping fisherman eating his catch or having a hearty stew of beef and potatoes at the local inn. Back when he wasn't hunted by every monster and demon of the sea, nor shunned by the fearful townsmen.  Kadim was still strapping, but his muscle smoothed out around his distended belly..  He wanted fish, but the idea of the smell of the sea  set his bones to trembling and not from his fever.  "I'm not partial to anything though a good stew would be too much to expect."  He was full of eggs and eager to stave his hunger.  He had odd cravings all the time and suddenly didn't want to leave this small corner of the tiny house.