Ling followed the old man into the kitchen as he led the way into the kitchen. She accepted the bowl of porridge and ate, occasionally chiming in with the small talk as she waited for the food to cook. As the scent of meat eventually reached her nose she sighed and her stomach let out a happy rumble and she eyed the pot hungrily, looking forward to the meal.<br/><br/>When the subject changed to what was going on in the forest she listened attentively to the story about how the creatures on the summit were leaving the summit of the mountain. That was worrisome. She wondered what it was that were making whatever lived on the summit come down. When the subject moved to her last visit to the village Lynn whistled innocently with an impish smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just remember helping to deal with a wild pig problem the last time I was here.”<br/>