“Ya pulls out all of its feathers, lops off the head and feet, then ya reaches up its bum and pulls out all the wriggly bits. Save them bits, though. Good fer soups and such.” “Reach up its bum?” Durham repeated, his brain having paused at that part. “Aye,” Goin said. “Think of it as a character building experience. If ye don't mind me sayin' so lad, you could use a bit more character. Yer a bit drab amidst this wondrous company o' fine dwarves. No better place to start lookin' than up a chicken's arse.”
