(Sorry, sorry!  I'm falling behind on everything lately!)
 
 Calvin beamed at the praise from the elf.  "Thanks.  My brother and I spent a lot of time competing over who was the better shot.  Got pretty good at it, I guess."  As Cyriana started the fire, the young archer started gutting and plucking the bird and couldn't help but smile to himself slightly, still energetic and excited for the adventure even after a day of walking.  "Oh...  did you say something?" he glanced over at the elf after thinking she had said something to him.
 
 Straw unpacked his bed roll, relieved that they had not objected to camping here for the night.  After meeting the trio on the road earlier in the day, he was anxious indeed to avoid Dawsbury lest he was recognized.