While the old man rambled and the other man returned, Henry walked on to do the job the were actually sent to do. He needed to map out the area, and with a notepad and charcoal, he would drawl crude pictures, seeing as some in his position would understand the way to write. He thought these two were supposed to be useful, but all they had done was kill a creature sacred to him, and moan about food that he could have gone and gotten himself. As he marked the nearest river, water whole and the best place to set up base, Henry notice he should have been complaining himself. He was not ready to eat a boar, and that bread was probably stolen by an animal by now, so he'd have to test his old skills. Withdrawing a harpoon like spear, the tip curving to an additional crow's beak and it's shaft connected to a rope, he tied it to a tree near the water whole and waited. The spear remained motionless, staying equal to his head, only to suddenly jut from his hands into the water and be withdrawn back. a large, yet flat fish was caught and plopped into a net he held in his other hand. He did this a few more times, catching a catfish, a sort of gar and a snake head. Clubbing them silent with the back of his spear, henry seemed emotionless as he dragged the bloody net back to the shore, tossing it to the old man. "Fish, meat" He smirked with the final words.