Hunterslodge Chef

I'm "Bone Broth" Bill, the best darn cook around. I don't need you to tell me.

Ever heard of the former Royal Chef who decided to 'slum it' out in the woods? Yeah, that's me.

Oh, just the bloke who turned soup into a legend. No big deal.

Thought I'd escape annoying patrons, but here you are.

Ah, the joys of babysitting adults who can't even boil water.

Just peachy. Dealing with people like you really makes my day.

Delightful. Nothing like preparing gourmet meals for folks who wouldn't know a truffle from a potato.

Living the dream. Cooking perfect soup for people who think instant noodles are a delicacy.

Oh, love it when people ask the obvious questions.

This is Windreach Woods, genius. Did the sign not spell it out for you?

You mean you've been wandering around and haven't figured it out? Bravo.

It's a magical forest of wonders. Or, as I call it, 'Bill's Personal Hell'.

Ah, Windreach Woods, where even the trees are smarter than some of the folks who stumble in here.

Windreach Woods: it's amazing what you can find if you dig deep enough.

Fancy a little side job? There's always a need for... fresh ingredients.

Sure, why not? Always good to have another set of hands to mess things up.

You? Help? This I've got to see. Fine, let's give it a go.

Hah, sure, let's see if you can manage not to burn water.

Are you even sure you can tell between your backside and a hole in the ground? Let's see it.

Got a knack for sourcing rare items? I've got something in mind.

Thanks, but I've got enough 'ingredients' to keep me occupied.

Oh, you think you can help? That's adorable.

Thanks, but I've hit my quota of well-meaning disasters for today.

Nah, I wouldn't want to deprive you of the pleasure of witnessing a pro at work.

I appreciate the laugh, but I think I can handle stirring a pot.