[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] The Makeshift Camp
[color=#17c311]Interacting with:[/color] Ntaj[/center][/b]

Well Cyne had said that she'd be back before sundown and that she wouldn't leave Ntaj to wander out here alone so the choice of action was obvious. After all, she wasn't a (habitual) liar. She didn't really have reason to stay out. They had managed to find a couple sticks of proper kindling, but they probably wouldn't make much more progress if any sticking around out here any longer. Besides, she was still rather hungry.

The entire walk back she couldn't help but think about the waiting feast. Assuming that everyone else hadn't somehow eaten everything yet (who knows if that elf, Calanon had a bottomless stomach. She wouldn't put it past him.), there would be a verifiable smorgasbord of delectable creatures of all kinds. If there was one thing her diet had been deficient in for months now, it was meat from large animals. As a black bear she had subsisted mostly on forest vegetation and the occasional small animal. It did the job, but she really craved a leg of a deer or something of similar substance.

Her daydreams about food were interrupted when she walked into the camp to find a total clusterfuck. It was hard to make out exactly what had even occurred.

[color=#17c311]"Did we interrupt something?"[/color]