He let the men ramble at each other about how the "witch" had turned the cows' milk sour, how she had brought drought and flood to the region, and any number of terrible deeds this so called witch had perpetrated; listening calmly he went to his seat to claim his meal, only to return the men's table to listen in on their claims. The food was plain and rustic some thick stew and a trencher of hard dark bread for dipping still to a man who had lived on nuts and berries for the past week it smelt simply heavenly. He dug into his meal with relish savoring every last bite going as far as to lick his own fingers to lap up the greasy residue the stew had left on his fingers.<br/><br/>"So do you have any proof that she's done these deeds your claiming she's done?" he asked the old men carefully.