[b]Kingdom of Ferelden: Camp, somewhere in the south...[/b]

Taking shifts wasn't how she wanted to spend their first night. She wanted to sleep soundly all the way through and just deal with an attack if it came. But she knew given his most recent attack, they couldn't be so casual about the impending evening. "Alright, thankfully we don't have a lot to carry so we should be fine if we need to run." She just said. He then mentioned he could have skinned the fox but she saw no reason in him saying so, since it didn't matter now that it was already roasting. Wystellia gave a shrug as he said he needed the right things for traps. It was understandable. If she was more in tune with her ancestry, she probably could have made a trap out of wood and vines but since she wasn't, she couldn't help the situation and until they got better supplies, it seemed Julien couldn't either.

"No, I think some of the berries and maybe some herbs would go a long way. If I can find anything rare or hard to get to, I'm sure the people in the next town we hit, would be willing to pay for our labor if it means they have what they needed." She said. She saw no point in saying the fox's pelt could have been sold or traded, since it didn't matter now. There was no point in her mind, of poking holes in the past when you couldn't change it. It was, what it was. As the fire crackled and the daylight dwindled, Julien suddenly exclaimed, causing her to jump at the sudden outburst of excitement. "What...?"

The male then produced a pendant which he had found.

Wystellia took it and examined it. "The materials are pretty common, there's nothing really remarkable here..." She turned it over and felt an inscription. "It belonged to someone though but I can't tell what it's supposed to say." She looked at it closely before handing it back to Julien to hold onto since he found it. "Someone might be missing it and if they miss it enough, it could do us some good." She considered. Looking back at the fire, she was hungry for real food and knew with meat like this, you needed to make sure it was cooked all the way through. "Any leftover meat we have, we should bring." It was risky to carry raw meat in case another animal smelled it and tracked them down, but she didn't feel right wasting an animal.

Of course if Julien was strongly against bringing extra meat on the road, she would understand and leave it behind. But since they would need a lot of things to trade or even sell if they were lucky to find an interested buyer, they needed as much help as they could get. When the food was deemed safe, they cut off a few slices and ate it by the fire as the dark sky started to share some small stars with the two Grey Wardens. Finding answers was key. They needed to know what happened and what everyone else thought had happened. To her though, the plan worked. The beacon had been lit and yet there had been no reaction from Loghain. Why? She took another bite of the meat and chewed it, not sure how things looked anymore. 

Plus they had to keep warning people about the Blight itself, as well as help those in need. A Grey Warden was someone who didn't just fight Darkspawn, they also protected people even if darkspawn weren't involved. And if they helped people, it was even more likely they'd be given some kind of reward. Wystellia finished her bit of meat and knew that she had enough, not wanting to make herself ill after coming out of such a battle. "Wake me up when you're ready to switch." She said and got up and walked over to the area where she collected a bunch of leaves which would serve as a bed for the night. Laying down on her back, she shifted and looked up at the stars, the small sliver of a moon providing hardly any light. Beside the fire was a stack of twigs and other things to help keep it going through out the night.

With a yawn, she closed her eyes and tried to catch any amount of sleep she could.

( You're welcome to skip us to the morning if you'd like. )