You continue to walk for a while, looking around for possible threats. None of you know where Fang is (Fang, roll stealth, and anyone who wants to look for him, roll perception) but you continue on your path anyway. Eventually, the sun starts to fall so you decide to set up camp.
Baxthon feels great. He is definately on the right path. This symbol is they key to the gods. He will keep concentrating on it, careful not to trip over any logs or rocks on the road. He is not aware that Fang has left.
Fang for his part, follows them relatively carefree, swinging around, going back and forth a few places. When they set up camp, he settles into a nice thick branch just above the party and snacks on a few fruits, living the life. He does however start to wonder about things as he repeatedly and consistently heats snippets of "god" talk, having his mind wander back to that weird fuzzy feeling he has when he fights, '......what is a god anyhow?' As one might expect, his mind doesn't really get anywhere and he just leans back and starts looking for funny shapes in the sky.
Feeling protected by the gods, Baxthon do not see any problems with litting a fire. "Good thinking, and maybe we can roast some meat over the fire, i could really go for a leg of ham after all this walking" He looks at the priest/guide expectantly. "Oh! And some chips!" He sits down, waiting for these things to happen as if he was dining at the tavern. Clearly this is the first time he is going to sleep in the wild.
"Well.. eh?" He looks arround. "I thought.." Realising that they are in fact far from the cosy inn, annoyed by Daeron making him feel stupid. "Well I have no food on me, what am I supposed to eat, Squrrels and flowers?" Clearly a sarcastic remark, as why in the world would anyone eat that.
Baxthon shuts silent at that remark. Looking towards the bushes. Then rubs his belly, that is making awkward growling sounds.
He picks up his sword, turning it in his hand. "I'd rather not go risking my life to kill an angry bear, but I might find something edible in the Forrest. Mushrooms, nuts and roots are very nutritious. I wont go too far, and maybe Fang can look in the trees for fruits and whatever. If you guys could make a fire in the meantime I think this will be good."
He closes his eyes, clenching his relic tight against his chest with one hand, and sword in the other. Mentally seeking comfort in the watching entity.
Confirming that he is still being watched, he will leave camp, looking to gather edibles, on the Forrest floor.
Fang and Baxthon, you return to the camp to see the priest distributing rations to the rest of the party. ''You don't need to do that, I brought some supplies. But if you think you can find your own food, feel free to eat it.'' He then starts to set up a fire. ''I can take the first watch, who is taking second?''
Baxthon looks at the food the priest have unpacked, and then at the pile of leaves, twigs, roots, and some highly questionable berries and mushrooms, he have gathered.
Considering the words of the priest about letting the gods provide guidance, he eats a big purple mushroom with green dots on it, a few red berries and stuff his mouth with leaves, of different bushes.
I'll make con saves, to value taste of the three.
The mushroom and leaves tastes amazing. The mushroom taste like a rainbow, and the leaves is almost like basil. The berries however makes Baxthon throw up in his mouth.
He suggest the rest of the group to eat the delicious leaves and mushrooms.