"Why, we are a group of just fabulous entertainer's, who do all sorts of tricks! I myself, am from Eastwood, but we come from all over the land!" Wilbur declares to Stonewall.

At this point, you head off down the trail. This is a lightly forested region, lots of gaps and clearings and decent visibility. As the sun fades, Dorchas suggests making camp near a small brook.  What sort of arrangements do you make?

Stonewall gathers some water from the brook and brings it back to the group. "Here, everyone, refill your waterskins, and we can use the rest to boil some dinner if someone can get a fire goin'. We should also set up a watch shift. I'm willing to take first lookout."

Bremita gets right down to work, this is where she “shines”. She gathers some food and sits down to make some food for her new found friends.  She finally feels in her element.  “Thanks Stonewall, I’d be willing to do a watch as well, just let me know when!”

"I'll take the next watch." Aldrith looks around for any small animals which might be watching them. 

Perception: 11

Content with the watch arrangements, Stonewall sits down with his back to a tree, near enough to the fire to catch its warmth. He draws the sword from his back and lays it across his knees. Next he pulls out a whetstone and a bowl and gets to work sharpening his blade with long practiced strokes, catching the fine iron dust in the bowl placed between his legs.

"So, any of you from around these parts?" he says to no one in particular as he works away.

Still keeping a lookout for small critters Aldrith comes over and sits down across from Stonewall. 

"Not really, I just kind of wander around looking for work. What about you, where are you from?"

Jerius approaches Bremita and watches her cook.  This is also his area of expertise, and is fascinated to watch someone else prepare a meal, as it is usually something he takes care of.  "I am, Stonewall," he says over his shoulder, not able to take his eyes off of Bremita's hands as she works.  "I grew up in Last Hope, but lately this area has been nothing like the beautiful land I was raised in."

To Aldrith, Stonewall says "Same as you, I s'ppose. I'm from nowhere. Though before that I was from a little place up north by th'name of Langshire. Been doin' the same thing. Wanderin', lookin' for people in need. Like Last Hope, it sounds like," he says, turning his attention to Jerius. "When were you last in the region?"

Bremita is happy that Jerius has come by her as she cooks, someone to chat with!  "Jerius, tell me more about Last Hope, how it was."  

"I've been away for a little while," Jerius begins, keeping his eyes on the food preperation.  "I left seeking answers, but came back on Baron Baraskin's summons.  Ooh, that's a different way to cut leeks.  Very nice."  His ears twitch a little as he makes a mental note.  "Growing up, Last Hope was beautiful and serene.  The centaurs took me in, and were helpful and kind.  They're a wonderful people, and I hope we can figure out a way to help them."

Stonewall finishes sharpening his blade and collects the iron dust in a pouch before sheathing his sword. "I am sorry for whatever blight has befallen your homeland," he says solemnly. "Surely we'll find some way to restore this place."

 "I hope so," Jerius says softly, his thoughts a hundred miles away.  Then a thought occurs to him.  "Who wants some tea?"  He takes off his backpack and rummages around in it, producing a small iron tea kettle, a mortar and pestle, and a small pouch.  He puts some water in the kettle from a skin and heats it on the fire, then begins to grind something with the mortar.

Stonewall lifts his hand indicating he would like some tea, and looks over to see what Wilbur is up to.

Things wind down around the camp, and people eventually lie down to rest. The first watch goes smoothly, and Aldrith takes second watch.

About two hours into Aldrith's watch, he sees a large toad hop into the ring of firelight. Aldrith gets the distinct impression the toad is looking at him.

Hi! Unfortunately, I will not be able to continue playing, because I do not have the time that I used to. I really apologize, and I wish I could have been more involved, but I have other commitments I need to fulfill. It was nice getting to play with everyone. Bye!

@Charwoman_Gene @NotDrizzt Great job DM ing, and thanks for making all of this possible! I had a great experience.

(All the best! Thanks for letting us know, and sorry to see you go!)

Bremita wakes up in the middle of the night and to her great surprise sees a large toad at their campsite.  When she looks closer, she notices it appears to be looking directly at Aldrith.  The curiosity gets the best of her and she sits up to greet the large toad.  "Good evening sir, what brings you to our little campsite?"

Crom is sitting slumped up against a tree, with his head tilted off to the side as he sleeps. His walking stick and sword, still in its custom scabbard, are carefully laid out beside him. Having become a light-sleeper of late, he cracks an eye when he hears Bremita's voice, though he does not fully rouse.

Perception: 13 

Aldrith looks back at the toad with curiousity [Does the toad appear to be smart?]