You take all the valuable things off the corpse, and put it in a pile. You then gather some firewood, and set about lighting them. It takes a while, but you eventually get a good fire going. You then cut the body into various pieces, and start cooking.
(I havent put in the pile of stuff in that picture, so don't worry.)
After seeing to it that your meat is cooking, you start trying to tan the hide. You get some fat that you didnt cook, and rub it all over the skin. You then wash it in the river, trying to avoid any unnessecary combat with elfblin-eating monstrosities.
Once everything is done, you then find some of th tendons that you didnt cook. Because nobody likes eating tendons. You tie them together, and string them from a branch to another branch of one of the trees. You then sit down, and wait for your food to cook, your skin to tan, and your tendons to dry.
You quickly doze off, having nothing better to do...
"What... are you... doing...?!"
The voice is back, and it sounds angry.
"You're supposed... to be ridding... the world of evil... not becoming... it!"
A blinding white flash appears, and you awake in a cold sweat. The meat smells done. You take it off the fire, and put it on the shirt. You then put the pants on. You shake your head, trying to forget the voice. What did it do for you, anyway?
You lie down next to the fire, and go back to sleep. These things can wait until morning...
ZzZzZz
You awake. Everything is as you left it the night before, except the meat is cold, the tendon-rope is dry and the skin is about a third of the way to being usable. You're not quite sure where you got the skills to do any of this, but hey, why argue?
>. . .