"Well thank you Osborn. How nice to run into a fellow halfling in the middle of nowhere." Tom says with a wide smile, that quickly disappears as he notices the bugbear approaching.
"So you´re the Munchkin squad. Quite an intimidating name you got for your adventuring party." He says, still a bit wary of the bugbear.

"We´re in Greilheid Woods? No wonder I felt lost." Tom says and scratches his head as Ghathi finishes. "Would you mind terribly if i joined you for a while. Lost my way you see, literary, and I would like to tag along until we get out of this ominous place." He adds pleadingly. "I promise to make no trouble for you." He finishes, looking a tad bit guilty already.

As Gromedark enters the outcropping area you see an 8 foot, 350 pound, bugbear. Covered in brown fur and wearing leather armor, armed with a short bow, shortsword, and many a dagger about his person. He has one dagger drawn and is carrying a chest with his left arm and on his left shoulder. He places the chest on the ground before speaking, "Munckins not bandits, munckins adventurers."

"Camp together for safety. Also many undead roam Greilheid Woods."

"Gromedark could try hunt for food? Anyone want help Gromedark?"

Nature: 21 (rolled with advantage just in case Gromedark doesn't go hunting for game alone, if there are no hunters then just use the 1st number rolled.)

The last of the group to enter the clearing is a small, even by Halfling standards, halfling. He is currently shirtless with scraggly long brown hair tied back in a loose ponytail. You also see he is holding a very large maul in both hands looking at the strangers they've found. 

Seeing that conversation is happening and not fighting he seems to relax, albeit in a disheartened kinda manner. 

Orin looks over the man dressed in funny clothes for only a second and immediately takes to looking the tall Goliath up and down.

After a few moments he chimes in "I'll come along Gromedark" He then hefts his maul over his shoulder and follows the bugbear into the woods. 

It takes a moment,  but Ghathi adds "Oh, I could help hunt.  Or should I get a fire going?"  He looks between the empty beginnings of a fire ring and the two setting off to hunt.

"You two can get a fire going?"  He looks at Tom and Osborn as he heads to follow the others in getting food.

(ooc: not sure what game is available in Greilheid Woods, but with help the 3 of us should find something... if there's anything to be found?)

"Umm, yes, start a fire, certainly Ghathi." Tom says and plays a short tune on his flute. Suddenly there is a small explosion and a cloud of  purple smoke, but then there´s a fire burning in the fire ring. "Oh my, sorry about that Osborn." Tom says with purple soot all over his face, which a moment later disappears after Tom plays another few notes on the flute.
"Did that bugbear just say there are undead in these woods?" Tom asks Osborn as he sits down by the fire and starts preparing some tea to his bisquits. "Tea?" He offers the other halfling a few moments later.

(bonfire/prestidigitation/wild magic)

Greiheild woods are temperate forests and have many animals of them, deer, wolfs, bears. With all three of your help, you get enough food to last a couple days.

As he returns tov the camp site with Gromedark and Orin, Ghathi is speaking with them. "You are both quite capable hunters.  We should certainly eat well." 

Seeing the fire he gives the others a smile. "And many thanks for the fire!"

Now that the fire lights the surroundings, he softly speaks a word and the light ceases from his shield.   He helps prepare the food and then finds a spot to sit on the ground.

"So what brings your Munchkins adventure group here into the forest?" he asks with curiosity.

Osborn tucks into the foraged food gratefully, mopping at his mouth with a handkerchief between mouthfulls.

"Mmmm-hmmm-mmmhh" he says appreciatively, then swallowing, "What a treat to have run onto such amiable company on the road!  We are on a contract to deliver a potion to a druid called Aspherer, he is at one of four possible locations.  Sadly we lost a couple of our team - they're not dead! - and could do with an extra couple of hands if you are looking for work?"

Ghathi eats slowly, but seems pleased at how much Osborn seems to enjoy the meal. "A job? I could probably use a job. You'd actually have me as a Munchkin? Though I guess I'd fit right in with Gromedark there!"

He thinks about it a moment.  "The job sounds simple enough.  But I guess with four places to look and the reputation of this forest, it could get dangerous."

"Well thank you for that most generous offer Osborn." Tom says with a smile. "I must warn you though, trouble seems to follow me around, but you look like you could handle trouble real well, so I will gladly take you up on that offer." He adds and while the other finishes their meal he plays a new more serious tune in minor on his flute before singing again.

"Behold good folks this mighty band
who sought for treasure and for fame
they travelled over sea and land
and Munchkin squad, that was their name, yes Munchkin squad, that was their name."

Gromedark turns the spit every now and then, making sure none of the meat burns and it is well cooked. Throughout the evening/early night Gromedark tears off a hunk of meat and eats as he listens to any songs or tales.

"Yes, Munchkins fight zombies already. Also fight bandits. Greilheid Woods very dangerous. Bigger Munchkin squad safer."

Gromedark asks Tom to play a song or tell a tale.

"Tom Tosskettle sing song, tell stories. Make good times for Munchkins when camp and eat meat."

Persuasion (unless not needed, could just role-play it out?): 5 

"Of course, anything to oblige the mighty Gromedark." Tom says, a bit nervous over being addressed by the bugbear, and sings another verse.

"They travelled through the Greilheid wood
a wicked wood of fear and dread
the Munchkin squad, a force of good
did clear it of the foul undead, yes did clear it of the foul undead."

"Well thank you Gromedark, I can take first watch." Tom says, more relaxed now, and unpacks his bedroll for later use. "I´m afraid I get quite easily distracted though, but I´ll do my utmost to spot any dangers approaching in the night."

Ripping off a large chunk of meat and swallowing it Orin looks to Tom "Where did you learn to play that pipe?" 

"Oh umm, it´s a flute really, but never mind. It was my uncle Vernon, bless his soul, who taught me to play the this." Tom answers while making himself not too comfortable going on his shift.

"Yes, your songs are rather nice Tom.  Anyway, I appreciate all of your company and letting me join you.  I may take a brief rest,  but if Tom would wake me I can keep watch after him."

With that Ghathi sets out his bedroll and tries to get a little rest.

Osborn smiles at the easy comradery that has developed within the group.  He had hoped for a brief rest to recharge his glass, so to speak, but it looked like the Munchkin Squad was back up to strength.

"Wake me after your watch please, Ghathi" he says.  Maybe it is unnecessary to post a full rota of shifts for a short break, but it felt like an important gesture to take a turn.

Okay, after everyone has took their rest, you all are awoken to the loud chirping of a bird. with the sun peaking through the dense trees, and the smell of a million  deferent plants cloud the air. Anyone still asleep is been awaken the the loud sting of a crying child, coming from deeper into the woods.

Ghathi, already awake, is startled by the crying. He quickly gathers up his shield and heads into forest in the direction the sound seemed to be coming from.

"Come! We should see what's happening!" he calls out as he departs,  not waiting to see if others follow.