"Great, just great! That cruel girl is making me get food for her, despite my obvious limitation...Why does the world hate me?" You ask yourself, dragging a burlap sack that was 5x your size, armed with your valyrian longsword that was smaller than any pocket knife, but strong and sharp enough to cut through flesh, sinew and even bone, given enough force of course.
Foraging in the area proved to be harder than expected. All edible plants you came across were nowhere near ripe enough to eat. The only thing you managed to find were a few wild truffles, better for selling than eating. You had to find something to feed your grumpy giantess guardian, else she'd eat you. Looking up, you spot a wild apple tree, with fruit ripe enough to eat. Perhaps your companion will settle for apples, perhaps fire roasted ones. You seem to recall seeing a small cinnamon tree a while back. Mayhaps Arya will be satisfied with cinnamon and apples. You cautiously attempted to climb up the bark, managing to get about a foot off the ground before nearly falling from an insecure handhold. While you were recovering, you noticed something behind you that put you in complete shock.
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