[b]Kingdom of Ferelden: Somewhere in the south...[/b]

The man was right, when they did end up making camp for the night, the needed traps and materials could come after the assessment had been made. Wystellia was hoping he had a better handle on that but she assumed he might, considering his specialty. She finally moved over to her fish where it was waiting for her. Unlike Julien, she didn't wish to eat something raw or even half-cooked, she wanted to be sure any pests had been killed during the cooking process. Things could pop out and kill her at any moment, the last thing she wanted to do was to give her body some kind of enemy it had to deal with.

Tearing open her fish, she let the steam rise before she picked at it.

Using her fingers to pick out meat the remove bones, she listened as Julien considered her plan and then wondered if they could find any other kind of Darkspawn. From a scholarly standpoint, it was an interesting idea to consider other types of Dawkspawn that have yet to be discovered and documented. The man continued to say they could show it around and even dress it up, considering they had trained it prior. She grinned and shook her head. She wondered if there was ever a time far back in history when those tables were perhaps turned on them, with the Darkspawn being to rampant and being in awe of humans and dwarves and elves.

"Another mouth to feed? It better make us a lot of money." She just told him.

Of course the act of enslaving something or someone didn't sit well with her. Even if she wasn't an elf, she didn't think she'd be alright with forcing someone around against their will, even if it was a Darkspawn. Wystellia had enough of her fish, which wasn't much but considering she felt disgusted by what she had eaten, and stood up, ready to leave the remains to any hungry wolves. Using her tongue to try to remove some fish between her teeth, Julien asked if they were ready to move again. "You bet." She told him and finally managed to suck the bit out and swallow it with a grimace. 

"I just gotta get that vile taste out of mouth." She grumbled and dug out the two apples. "You can carry yours." She tossed him one as she kept the other and took a small bite out of it. The sweet crispness was a relief and did nothing to cause her guilt. Saving them was pointless, they needed extra strength for their task ahead: survival. Once they retraced where they had originally come from, they continued to follow the path until a new one was located that was going in the direction they favored. 

As they walked, they encountered three more instances of needing to fight, either from Darkspawn or animals without care. By the time the sun was on its way down, Wystellia was pretty tired and trying to keep an eye out for a good place to stop for the night since it was clear they wouldn't be running into a town or village within the next hour or two. "The more north we go, the less dense the woods are becoming, that's a promising sign." She mentioned as they continued on. Up ahead and to the right, she saw a small clearing where others had clearly camped, based on the fire pit and indentations in the ground where tents and blankets once stood.

"That looks good to me." She smiled and ran up ahead, as if worried a pack of travelers were about to claim it for themselves.

Once she reached it, she spun around, inspecting the area. "This means we're on the right track." She told Julien as she hurried to get some branches and twigs for the fire so it could burn on its own throughout the night. "Why don't you go deal with traps and I'll see if I can catch us something for dinner. You know, something with four legs and no scales?" She smirked. If only she had her pouches of seasoning and bag of rice, then she would have been able to make a great hearty stew for their first night on their own.