[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]Beside the Cave, The River
                                                                                          [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Gretchin

Before dinner was quite ready, Calanon had done his best to procure people's waterskins, and mounted Brogach, holding his hand out for Gretchin to join him. They'd need to make a bit of haste to grab the water in time for everyone. Once they were both ready, Brogach bounded away into the brush. The forest was damp all around them, water droplets falling atop Calanon (the elf expected Gretchin to be similarly soaked) even with their quick movements through the forest. 

Once he reached the river, he took out as many of the skins as he had and filled them up as best as he could. He had seen no Undead as of yet, but he knew that they gave little sign of their approach or passing, other than the twig snap or eerie moan one might expect. Still, despite the present danger in and out of camp, Calanon was quite happy to be spending time with Gretchin. There were a few in their group he was quite keen on getting to know, but with Gretchin it seemed more natural. Perhaps it was because she moved skillfully like he, or perhaps it was the fact she seemed much a loner as he was. He was not sure.