Scene 2, part 2: Once again in the Forest of Bron
Using his rudimentary woods lore
That first day Rorn had tentatively questioned The Sir (as he called Roland) about 'getting on in the wild', and after a few minutes he had given the well-armoured fellow an easy going smile and the following tips. "Yah, so, uh, Sir, always try to find a campsite away from wind. Don't worry about animals, they don't want to find us unless they're starving and if they're starving they'll find us anyway.
"But wind. Wind, uh, sucks, you know and it can be avoided and that can save a lot of misery from cold ears and so on. Also we can probably get away with a cold camp some nights but not always, so we always need a lot of wood around. Green wood don't burn and the smoke is nasty, so dead wood. Yeah, I guess we all know this."
He had shrugged before disappearing for the rest of the daylight, looking for some fresh meat.
On the first day this strategy pays back and on the first evening you share a deer, although a bit slim, at your first camp.
Despite a garrulous nature in general, Rorn had been quiet after devouring quite a bit of food, definitely more than his smaller stature might suggest. Fatigue was clear on his face and he want to sleep quickly. He was looking forward to doing it again the next day, but strange and terrible dreams plagued his rest; and so it was a bleary-eyed face that met the dawn.
Perhaps the signs of a bad turn were there from the start: almost immediately after waking Rorn sliced his thumb badly while trying to cut the last meat into strips for jerky. Then he took a mis-step in the nearby stream and soaked both feet in icy water. At least he hadn't slipped and sprained an ankle ... right??
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