[He opens his mouth, sighs, and prods the roasting meat.]

I spent a little over a month in and out of the towns, with a spear carved out of a walking stick, hunting game and getting money for things I needed by selling pelts and hides.

[He can't argue with an allergy to taking charity.]

[There's some of his own instincts and conscience he's cursing here, and some changes in his own situation from the last time he'd run across a teenager trying to camp out in the woods and floundering; he isn't living out of hotel rooms and camp sites anymore.]

You want to help with finding ways to fight the Fog God, right?