"Of course they would see us as a threat, they would be fools not to," Serit says as he waves his hand up and down himself, as if to say 'have you seen me?'. "But yes, let us continue our shadowed ways through the forests anyway. No reason to rile them up."

The firbolg grunts and nods, extending his left fist as he mutters in a language of crackling hisses. Flames wash over his clenched hand, the shimmer making the scarred flesh seem to shimmer. As the flames die out, he opens his hand and there a ten reddish orange berries in his palm. He sets them in one half of his mess kit, taking one for himself and one for bear, letting the others help themselves. He pops his in his mouth crunching down, his twisted face curling up into a pleased grin.

"Are spicy."

((Flavor would be something along the lines of a juicy, sweet chili pepper, with only a mild bit of heat. Like a tamed down cross between a blueberry and habanero that was 95% blueberry, and maybe 5% habanero. They are invigorating, and though they may not fill the physical space in your belly, one per day would be enough to keep you fed.)) 

Someone roll perception for keeping night watch.

Nasaar perception: 18

Gruntor will try one berry before sleeping..and seems to enjoy it.  

The night passes uneventufully.

Vrakskan eats as many berries as the firbolg offers him after the others take their own, enjoying the flavor. "Is... strange, your magic that is. Thanks for the berries."

When he goes to sleep, he keeps some distance from the rest of the group. Sometimes, he can be heard talking in his sleep, but his words are in Draconic and too vague to decipher.

"Yes, am strange. Have been told this before."

The firbolg lets the others have what they wish of the first batch, then make up two more batches before bed, saving them for the morrow, setting them out for any who wish a spicy berry breakfast.

Serit helps himself to a spicy berry, raising it in a cheers manner and gobbles it up. He lays out his blanket and, after seeing that Gara is safely bedded by Efeu, he falls asleep heavily. Once morning comes he awakes with a big stretch and a mouthy yawn. He gathers his things as the others awake, he reaches in a small pouch and eats a small blueberry from inside it (Northern Blueberry consumed).

"Hey, should be another two days correct? Let's hope we can go as smooth today."

Before bed Nasaar would take a moment, pulling out his woodcarver tools. Shaping some wood into a tiny shape, he concentrates on it, pushing his will into the tiny device. It starts to move, a cat-sized cannon with feet that allow it to move around. Nodding he settles in for his watch, with the cannon on his shoulder, and then would give the watch to another as he turns in. The next morning his cannon would be gone, but he would go through the same ritual, crafting a new one, which then would climb up onto his shoulder and ride there as the group sets out. He has the Force Balista option for the cannon set up currently.

Gara studies the map again before he leads the group through the mountains toward the eastern fortress.

survival 17/15+ Guidance 4

The firbolg wanders off to take care of his morning business, and returns with riding on a giant goat. The bear doesn't seem to be around at the moment. He swings down and feeds the goat a berry.

 "We are ready to go?"

Roll for your next day's survival check. Are you going to the closest fortress, or the further one or the smaller outpost?

Also how do you want to move? Are you sneaking towards the fortress or marching openly?

The firbolg sets out. He's not really much for sneaking, so would only do so if someone else in the party said it was the play. 

Survival: 17

He does also have a real big goat with him...

"If we are not being sneaky, then I'd say we best stop at the closer fort first." Nadarr mentions as they hike along.

Gruntor

"Only enemy sneaks"

Halfway through the day, you hear noise on the path ahead over a small hill crest.

"Wait here." Nasaar says, moving forward as quietly as possible, trying to sneak a look at what is ahead... Stealth: 23

Serit looks at Gruntor with a look of pure confusion as he comments, "I prefer stealth like any self respecting Bugbear, but if we are to be tromping about with big horned meat sources then we should approach the closest first."

Vrakskan looks towards the noise's direction, trying to see what caused it. "It might be just a woodland creature..." He says. "...Or it could be one of our enemies."

He readies his greataxe, just in case.

Perception: 19