Swims-With-Pride awoke with a yawn, as well as an aching back. His sleep had not been entirely restful. Even if the dirt was moist, and not completely hard, it was far less comfortable than his bed back at home. He had tossed and turned all through the night, but he quickly discovered that it wasn't his only issue. 

As Swims sat up, he felt something move in his bag. Looking at it curiously, he opened it up, only to have a rat sprint out from inside towards the bushes. Swims tried to cast a fireball at the vermin, but in his surprise and confusion, he couldn't concentrate enough to form even the smallest flame. The rat got away, but that wasn't what concerned him the most. As quickly as he could, he started taking their food supplies out of his bag and laying them out in front of him.

"Oh, come on. No, not this." Swims said, his voice sounding defeated. After he got all of the food out of the bag, he examined each item, then let out a sigh of resignation once he realized how much that rat had managed to get into. "Oh, by the Hist, can nothing go right? That little vermin got into my bag, into our food. I think...it looks like a third of our food supplies have been tainted by that little monster. There's no way we are going to get to the ruin on just this."

Swims rubbed his hands across his face and let out another sigh. "We might have to go back to Leyawiin for more supplies...unless, Veria, you have a bow. You can hunt, right? I mean, we shouldn't have a problem getting food, right?"