The party collapses beneath a small grove of pine trees late in the evening, after a solid six hours walk. The sun is setting in a myriad of color ranging from red to yellow to orange to pink. Darkness falls swiftly, like the hand of death.

Stan will volunteer for the first watch. Stan asks the group, "Given the nature of our departure from Byting & proximity to the ruins. Do we risk a fire? I can make some stew if we do."

"'You don't skin a rabbit to leave for the wolves,' as Mable use to say. Stew'd be great, Stan. I'm thinking we're going to want a fire, danger or not, but I think we've put some good distance behind us." Lumin chimes in, removing his pack.

What do you guys think Leo? Grungle? John?

“I’m good with that” Grungle says

"Food would be nice, and I could use some light while I sort these out," Leo said as he began to lay out the various plants he had collected, organizing them based on their properties.

Stan will busy himself with the fire. He asks, "Can one of you gather some fresh water for the stew? What you got over there, Leo? Anything I can use to season the stew with?" Stan will look around their campsite for some root vegetables such as potatoes, carrots, or onions.

Nature 16

"For sure and for certain, Stan. Let me see if I can't find anything nearby."

(Nature/Survival ? = 17 )

[water...??? what is that??]

He best that Stan and Lumin can scrounge up is a bucket of unidentifiable legumes. They bubble unpleasantly in the pot.

"This one looks kinda like a wagon, ooh ooh, that one looks like a rabbit." Limun says as they bubble in the pot.

"That one looks like a tentacled horror rising up from the depths to slay innocent men, women, and children."

Stan will scoop a serving of the oh so appetizing sounding legumes into his mess kit. "Well... it is food, I think. Here's to playing the hand we're dealt fella's." Stan will take a heaping spoonful of the legumes. After a few moments of thoughtful chewing; Stan says, "Not bad. It'll keep us going. Perhaps tomorrow we should keep an eye out for any more palatable plants or small game as we travel."

(The DM's gotta have fun some way. ;D)

“Too soon man, too soon”

Leo looked down at the meal. "Beggars can't be choosers, I suppose." Leo slid his mask slightly upwards, revealing his mouth so he could eat. He grimaced at the texture, but decided that it wasn't entirely inedible.

Grungle spoons some bits of the ‘stew’ into his mouth then paces the campsite feeling uneasy.

Leaning against a tree trunk, Lumin looks awkwardly at everyone, "....so...um.....how about those legumes?....."

As darkness falls and we all sit around the fire, Lumin will tell everyone that he can take watch. He climbs about 15 feet up a nearby tree on the shadowed side away from the fire to keep look out with the advantage of height, his net laid across the branch in front of him ready to throw.

"I'd like to take some time to rest up, if that's alright." Leo laid down to rest, hopefully speeding up his recovery time.

“I will take first watch” Grungle tells everyone.

Could I get a watch order?