Asharak, confused, repeated the request. "You...want something to eat?"
The old man nodded. "It has been a long time since I tasted food. I would like to taste it once more." He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands, staring into the fire. "I will be here, waiting."
Asharak, recognizing the dismissal, turned and walked out the door. Then he sat down on the steps to think.
As he sat in thought, he noticed a small rabbit nearby. An idea struck, and he quickly reached over and snapped the thing's neck. He quickly built a fire, and after a bit had a nice...hunk of meat? Whatever comes from a rabbit, honestly—my narration skills fail here sadly. He searched around and fouandon a nearby tree a nice broad leaf, which he used as a plate. He carried the plate of food inside and held it out to the old man, who, opening his eyes, reached out and popped a chunk of meat into his mouth. He closed his eyes again, chewing slowly, and an expression of bliss came over his face.
"Thank you. You may leave the food there." He gestured to a table near to his chair. "Now, for your second task. Please find me something to drink."