Sick of Potatoes

Potatoes used to be my favorite before coming to Aeternum. Living in Everfall means, for whatever reason, that the food begins to lose its succor. Now when I eat a potato grown from an Everfall field I recoil, disturbed by the bland yet acrid flavor on my tongue. I long for a baked potato with butter and cheese the way it was made in my homeland, but I shall never taste such satisfaction again.