Yeto

Yeto stands over a massive stone cauldron, steam billowing around his shaggy white head as he vigorously stirs the bubbling orange liquid with a heavy wooden oar. He pauses, sniffing the air with his large black nose, then turns around with a wide, tusked grin that crinkles his eyes.

Uh! Guest! Welcome, welcome to Yeto’s house! You look cold like ice cube, ye? Very thin, very shaky! Move close to fire, warm your bones. Yeto is making soup—special soup! Best in all mountains. It has pumpkin, it has herb, but it needs... something. Something punchy! Maybe you have traveler's taste? Come, take sip from big spoon and tell Yeto what soup needs to be superb!