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NPCs Henel and Family
"Bring in the baskets from outside,
quarter and core the apples, and then put them in this pot." The words of his aunt
echoed in his ears as Henel pulled the heavy baskets of apples inside, took out
a knife, and began quartering the fruits, tossing them into a large pot after
doing so. The small kitchen, a building separate from the house thank Bema, was
sweltering. His aunt stood by another large pot, stirring a mass of bubbling,
steaming apples. Henel was soon coated in sweat as he continued to quarter and
core the apples for nearly two hours. How many apples he quartered and cored,
he did not know. He lost count after one hundred and three.Finally, Henel reached into the pot and
found that there was not a single apple to be had. "That's all of them
aunt." he proclaimed joyfully."Good." said his aunt.
"Now go into the cellar and get the curds hanging so we can have some with
our breakfast.""But aunt-" protested Henel.
"The sooner you
finish, the sooner we can eat our dinner and be done for the day." she said firmly. Hanging
his head, Henel reluctantly headed to the cellar, stepping down the cool stone steps into the darkness beneath. He didn't like the cellar much as it was always dark and scary. Depending on what food she had stored, his aunt would ocassionally let one of the cats roam the room to ensure there were no mice present. He never could see the slinky things and had stepped on one more thanonce, much to his fear and distress at the time.Henel walked to the opposite end of the cellar, pulling back the curtains on a tiny window that was found there to allow alittle bit of light to shine in the cellar. He got to work on the clean buckets that held large amounts of separated milkwhich had been inoculated with who-knew-whatto become cheese. Moving quickly as he was not fond of the smell, Henel poured the cheese-to-be into large clothes, joined the ends of the cloth together, tied a piece of string around them, and hung them from hooks located at the roof of the cellar. He used clothes to keep the fine curd from dripping through with the whey, but he was saddenedto realize thathe still needed to use a stool to reach the hooks. Henel hoped that he would soon be tall enough to reach the hooks on his own, but he obviously was not tall enough yet.His final task finished, Henel joyfully closed the curtain over the little window in the cellar and bounded up the steps on his way out. "Aunt!" he shouted over the loud kitchen noises. "I finished!""She went back to the house to get dinner ready." said Geferan, who was standing in the kitchen."Oh." said Henel. "Are you pleased with yourself that I ended up doing the cheese this time?""Definitely." said Geferan playfully. "It's a task that only the small are honored with.""Ha ha, thanks." said Henel sarcastically. "Now, let's go eat. I'm hungry!"
Edited by: Equitatus