I entered the best part of any house, the kitchen. On the wood-panelled walls, pots and pans were strung across the walls. I walked around examining everything from the fridge with a screen to golden knives.
I still had my sword. Hopefully, nothing would happen,I only had it for a little while but I knew I would struggle without it.
I checked out the fridge to see if there was anything worth eating, and when I opened the doors I wasn’t disappointed. Food was overflowing on the clear shelves and there were so many different types of meat. It was something out of a dream. At least my dreams, I had always wanted to be a chef and cook crazy food like this but it was always too expensive for my family. If I completed this fight fast, maybe I could make something for myself, I decided I could use it as motivation to keep going at least for the second round.