[FB4F] An Elven Fatty

You're an elf, considered young in elven terms at only a few hundred years old. You left your home in hopes of seeking out new magical spells, and any other knowledge you may be able to attain. Your ultimate goal is to become a most powerful mage.

One day on your journey, you stop at a humble looking tavern to rest, and grab a bite to eat. After eating the rich and hearty stew, you knew that you had to have the chef as your personal traveling chef. You offer me a handsome payment in gold, as well as promise of great adventure. The opportunity for a human to travel with an elf, I'd be a fool to pass up this opportunity. Several months later, and we're still traveling together; one of us being quite a bit heavier than when we started...

You insisted that I cook three meals a day, including snacks in between. As a result of your more than frequent stuffing, you've ballooned outward in size; all while insisting that you've barely gained a pound. You attempt to trick yourself and others into this illusion by squeezing into your old clothes, but it's beyond glaringly obvious.

Tonight is like most nights. We'd set up camp in a small clearing within the woods we were traveling through. I had pitched both of our tents up, and now I was bent over the raging fire preparing our dinner.

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