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by waysoftheearth » Tue Dec 10, 2013 10:01 pm
Armando, rather grumpily, takes the second watch... but it is only a few hours before the sun is high in the bright sky and most of the company are rousing, despite having only a half a proper night's sleep.
Dieter walks his perimeters, and is none too impressed with the defensibility of the camp site. It is essentially a small dell in the lee of an overhanging boulder. It's only boons are the relatively flat piece of ground on a generally sloping surface, and its proximity to the brook. He wouldn't want to fight a pitched battle here; certainly not if he were outnumbered...
There are only a few scraps of rations left to anyone's packs; most of the supplies were left with the mules and the dwarf at the last camp site, but that is all long gone now. There is about a mouth full of something to chew on per person, but it is hardly a meal; especially not for the hobbits; and especially not for Desmond/Mondes who only get half a mouth full each. Highbough's tea is the most invigorating option, but few find the Elvish herbs to their liking.
Olaf looks to employ Desmond's fish-line and hooks, but the brook is scarcely a hand deep, nor a foot wide, and there is little hope of catching any edible sized fish.
There are signs that there are hares about, but a serious hunt could take hours... on the other hand, there is no obvious sign of any pursuit..?
Everyone is hungry. Ket is at least three days hard marching; more with the (still) blinded hobbits.
What to do?
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]