[b]Kingdom of Ferelden. Somewhere in the South.[/b]

	Julien merely nodded as he walked and sat by the fire. Propping the now broken spear near it to let his fishes cook. Usually he would start skinning and preparing the fish. But he had lost his dagger at Ostagar and using his longsword to do the job would probably be awkward and he would end up hurting himself. Of course, usually he wasn't also lost in an unknown forest with a Darkspawn horde possibly lurking just beyond the treeline ready to pounce on him once his guard was lowered.

	Julien remained silent as he nibbled on his half cooked fish. The taste was far from ideal and he was starting to miss even the suspicious porridge he had been served at the camp back at Ostagar. [i]But its better than starving[/i], he told himself with a sigh. As his mind started to wonder if there would be enough of him left to end up as a Genlock's dinner. Or maybe even a Hurlock. Still better than what would happen to Wystellia if she was captured alive. The aforementioned elf that had also started to speak.

	"Traps sound like a good idea." Julien replied. Now those he knew how to make and pretty well. "Though we might lose some time gathering necessary material and crafting them. I think we should wait until we make camp to start working on that." He suggested as he scrapped the leftovers of the first fish and started on the second. Who was now more cooked than the first when he started. Though the fact did not make the fish taste much better.

	The duelist chuckled slightly as Wystellia joked. 

	"I'm not sure about that plan." He grinned to her. "You're too small to be a hurlock and too big to be a genlock. And I'm surely not shaving my hair for that. Unless we do happen to find Darkspawn with hair and beards. But if we end up finding those I wager that we could make some money dragging it around and charging people a few coins to see the Rare Hairy Spawn." He joked back. "We could dress him in fancy clothes and call him Harry. Of course, we would have to tame and train him first." 

	After that Julien returned to his fish. Insistently ignoring the part of his mind reminding him of their hopeless situation and probable death. He was pretty well aware of the fact. But if he stopped to dwell on it he would only end up moody and distracted. Julien still hadn't got to the point where he was actively looking to be gutted by a Darkspawn because he got careless.

	"So..."He started as he threw the stick with the rest of the second fish on the ground. "Ready to move?"