"No, thank you. The hospitality is appreciated, but we probably should be on the move as soon as possible." Senine moves to open the tent flap, but pauses. "Is there any place to buy supplies here? Ms. Pelcs unfortunate passing left us without a means to stock up."

"I appreciate your hospitality," Sanjay says, "but no thank you. As Senine said, we should get ready to head out. The sooner the better."

"Thank you for everything." Alminar says, getting ready to head out with the rest of the group. Bringing news of death always makes him uncomfortable.

"Of course, of course..." says Orvo.  "There are no shops in Syrinlya, but many of the explorers at the camp are willing to trade goods and equipment if you feel like asking around.  They too will be in a hurry.  More expeditions."

Senine nods. "Makes sense. Thanks again, and I wish you all the best." Then she steps out of the tent.

Sanjay follows Senine out of the tent. Looking back towards the tent, Sanjay says to Senine (or really, anyone listening), "That's always tough - being the bearers of bad news."

Senine looks at the ground for a bit, before responding in a quiet voice, "Yeah. I'm used to it. Doesn't seem to get any better with practice." She looks off toward the distance, straightening her shoulders. "Unless anybody feels the need to try and barter, I think we should move out."

Looking around at the sky, closing his eyes for a moment, Sanjay tries to get a feel for how the weather is going to be in the next 24 hours.

For Sanjay:

Salem looks back at Orvo, "Thanks for the help." She thinks for a moment, "I don't think I need anything more." She heads out of the tent, "I'm ready if everyone else is," she catches up with the others. 

"I agree with Senine, I have what I need and think we should head out." Doing a quick stretch and looking up at the sky, Alminar prepares to walk again. 

"Well, as far as the weather is concerned, we're looking at partly cloudy, but no storms to be concerned about. So, now is as good a time as any."

"Alright," Senine says with a nod, "let's move out."

((Everyone come to a consensus in our chat about how you want to travel - Fast, Medium, or Slow))

Also, everyone roll 1d6.

5

5 

4

2

Rolling for Thistle:

2 

((Since you've all decided that moving with speed is preferable and necessary, we can now proceed.))

On your first day of travel, about 4 hours into your trek, you encounter three wildfolk scouts who tell you that they're hunting a saber-toothed tiger.  Salem notices that they're out of arrows. The scouts tell you that they're willing to make some kind of trade for any ammunition you may have to spare.