[h3][color=00a651][b][center]Malkus[/center][/b][/color][/h3] 
[Center][color=00a651][b]Location:[/b][/color] In a cave off the road, between Sarlarn and Yzewz
[color=00a651][b]Actions:[/b][/color] Whistling and whittling wood[/center]

Malkus didn't have a dream as he slept. Between trying to get comfortable and making sure Afruccio didn't stab him in the chest while he slept, Malkus had only a few winks of sleep before his body began to ache. He knew the feeling well; it was the natural call for the wild. He had a bit of food and drink, and now his body wants to get rid of all of it. Malkus began to stir, noticing that Afruccio had put a cloak over him. The first thing Malkus did was see if the cloak had any pockets, and if they did, take anything that was inside of them. Then Malkus draped the cloak over his body and stood up. He noticed that Afruccio had been sitting there the entire time whistling, which Malkus couldn't hear over the rain. Wordlessly, Malkus left to go further down the cave.

Along the way Malkus spotted Skinny slithering on the floor. Based off the bulge in his midsection, Malkus figured that Skinny had just eaten. [color=00a651]"Hmph. Lucky snake."[/color] Kneeling down Malkus picked up his pet and put him in his bag, allowing the snake to rest up while he did his business. Malkus ended up at the end of the cave, where there wasn't much but bugs, dirt, and a bit of moisturize. Aside from cave mold and the occasional weed, there was no signs of life anywhere here. He supposed that maybe this wasn't a bear's cave, or any creature's really, so he could rest a bit easier knowing that no animal was going to come by. Still, he was in the middle of a war zone and the rain was heavy. It wouldn't surprised Malkus if orcish scouts came seeking shelter here, and if that happened Malkus wasn't certain what he'd do. He might try to bluff them into thinking he's one of them, but if these orcs had any sort of discipline they'd know for a fact that he wasn't aligned to their army in any way (No uniform or information to prove he was with their forces), and would likely kill him for his stuff. Afruccio would surely be killed or at least taken prisoner if he couldn't kill them; at least since Malkus was a half-orc they might let him join, but Afruccio was human.

Putting those thoughts aside, Malkus reached into his bandolier and took out his Traveler's Anytool. It looked like a piece of iron about a foot long, with some nobs and wedges on it. To a casual on-looker it looked like a ingot bar that didn't settle completely into the mold, but Malkus knew what he needed to do with it. First, he swung the tool out, causing it to extend up to four feet. Then on one end he took a little over a handful of the iron and bent it, creating a right angle. On the other end he grabbed one of the little nobs and pulled it out, suddenly revealing a ten-inch wide shovel head. People who'd watch would think it was magic, and it was. Perhaps one of the most useful things Malkus had ever stolen; a magic object that can turn into any tool imaginable.

Using his new shovel, Malkus dug a small hole for him to do his business in. Normally this wasn't something he cared to do, but if he was going to stay in this cave for longer than an hour, he didn't want to have to smell his own waste while waiting. Once Malkus had finished digging his hole he stuck the shovel into the ground, went about his business, and proceeded to cover up the hole. After that he collapsed his shovel back down to a humble iron rod, placing it firmly into his bandolier and returning to the dying fire. The rain looked like it had gotten worse. He couldn't see the sun in the sky, nothing but clouds and water. Malkus extended his hands out into the rain to wash them, wiping them dry on the cloak.

[color=00a651]"Dammit. I said I was going to leave when I woke up, but there's no way I'm going out in a storm like this... Maybe it'll let up soon."[/color]

Of course, even if the rain stopped, the forest was still going to be muddy. That's what worried Malkus the most; the mud was going to leave tracks and slow him down, two things that a good rogue doesn't want to have to deal with. But he wouldn't survive in the forest for much longer. He was still hungry, tired, and his mood was going south. If he could just get to the city, he'll be safe. He would be in his element. And until then, it would be best for him to stay put and wait out the rain. Sitting down back to his spot near the fire, Malkus could barely feel anything off the embers. If he had any more tinder or dry wood he then he could resurrect the fire, but the wood that Malkus had found was still soaking wet. Putting a knife into one of the branches, he could feel how soggy the wood was. Sighing, Malkus tossed the log to the side and looked outside.

Minutes passed. Malkus quickly got bored. He took his anytool back out and turned it into by separating the tool in half, as if it was just a knife and sheath. He took one of the wet logs and started carving from it, tossing the bits near the dying flame, but not on it. Maybe if he was lucky the smaller shavings would dry out faster and catch flame. As Malkus carved, he couldn't help but wonder what Sona was doing right now. No doubt she was still with her friends and the wagon. She must have been part of a caravan. He wondered if they would travel during a storm like this. That seemed like a horrible idea considering that there were no paved roads as far as Malkus could remember; their wagon would get stuck in the mud. And if their wagon got stuck, they would be sitting ducks for orcs...

Malkus continued to whittle wood in relative silence, though after he finished carving one piece into a twig, he picked up another and did the same. This time, he whistled a little tune, the same one that he whistled when he first met Sona. Maybe... Just maybe, Sona would hear it and find him. Malkus doubted it of course, but in this world of magic and mystery, anything could be possible. Like the chance that this fire would get bigger with the more wood chips he put near it.