[h3][color=a2d39c][b][center]Ntaj Zoov Yaaj[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=a2d39c][b]Location:[/b][/color] Forest near the Orc Camp
[color=a2d39c][b]Actions:[/b][/color] Looking for wood with Cyneburg and Honey[/center]

Ntaj was walking away from Cyneburg when he heard her call out to him. Apparently she was okay with sticking with him out here. That was great; the forest was scary. Smiling at the fellow half-orc, Ntaj nodded his head. [color=a2d39c]"Oui!"[/color] Glad that Cyneburg would be watching his back, Ntaj went back to the idea of finding coal. While it may have been too early to make a call, Ntaj was not holding out on any hopes that they would find dry wood. Frankly, Ntaj started wondering if Keystone had sent Ntaj on this task knowing Ntaj would not find any wood, in hopes of getting rid of him. [color=a2d39c][i]"No... No. Keystone is a smart guy. Not a nice one maybe, but he wouldn't send me out here if he didn't think I couldn't be useful. I'm a natural woodsman after all! It'd only make sense that he'd send out the most capable of us to find something like dry wood in a rained forest."[/i][/color]

Still, Ntaj's optimism didn't change the fact that just about every twig and stick underneath the skies were soaked to the core. He had collected a few armfuls of thin but slightly moist branches, which Ntaj was almost certain that it could be turned into decent kindling if left by the fire. But unfortunately, still no big, thick logs that Ntaj could use as real fuel for the flames. Looking for that coal was starting to become more and more reasonable. While Ntaj was looking around, a surprise guest made an appearance; Honey the Badger. His bloodied face made Ntaj carefully put his bundle of sticks onto a relatively dry spot near a tree trunk as he checked his friend. [color=a2d39c]"Honey! Done hunting?"[/color]Fortunately a cursory check allowed Ntaj to see that Honey had no wounds, and most of the blood appeared to belong to something else. It helped that Honey still had a hand sized chuck of said meat in his mouth, though he wasn't keen on sharing it with Ntaj. Seeing his friend's meal made Ntaj's stomach growl audibly, reminding him that he left camp without eating, and that he won't be able to return to camp without something to show for it.

Still, something didn't sit right with Ntaj. This piece of meat wasn't a small limb or creature that Honey usually hunts. It looked to be a chunk of meat from a larger creature, perhaps a wolf or a deer? Hard to tell from simply looking at a piece of meat, but whatever it was it was bigger than Honey. And Honey didn't have any injuries from a fight, no scratches or claw marks, only some dirt and the blood from feasting. Did Honey perhaps feed off a cadaver? It wouldn't be impossible Ntaj knew that much. While Ntaj knew better than to feed off creatures he didn't kill, Honey had no such reservations. 

Still Ntaj wondered who slew this beast for Honey to feed from. At first Honey thought it would be the orcs. After all, they weren't too far from their camp and it wouldn't surprise Ntaj if they went hunting. However Ntaj also thought that it wouldn't be normal for orcs to leave behind perfectly good meat. Honey had a fairly hefty chunk here, no fur and still bloody. The idea that an orc would just kill an animal for game was... Not entirely unexpected to be honest but it seemed odd regardless. Then Ntaj thought that perhaps it was undead. This unlucky creature simply was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and was mercilessly struck down by a zombie's weapon. It would certainly explain why the meat was left alone. But Ntaj shook this idea off too. While animals might not be the smartest creatures on the planet, Ntaj knew (Or at least he felt this would be common knowledge) that animals tend to stay away from the living, and would certainly run away from the living dead. With their keen animal senses and intuition, if anyone knew that the undead approached, it would be the creatures of the forest. The only last idea that Ntaj could think of was simply that this animal was the prey of another. Certainly not out of the question either, and relatively mundane all things considered. Perhaps it was a elk or other creature who had fallen prey to a predator, who left behind his meal for whatever reason. Perhaps they noticed orcish hunters or the undead.

Admittedly Ntaj only pondered the possibilities because he was slowly losing interest in the chance of finding dry wood. As bad as it would be, Ntaj felt that it would be a delightful change of pace if they ran into some zombies for him to fight. At least then he could report back to camp about his battle and have a reasonable explanation why he didn't bring back any firewood. But alas, his imagination was no replacement for reality. Picking up Honey and placing him in his bag Ntaj continued their search. [color=a2d39c]"We look for wood Honey. Dry wood. Maybe coal? You know where?"[/color] Ntaj spoke to his furry companion, who paid the half-orc no mind and continued to finish chewing his meaty meal. Smiling and sighing at the same time Ntaj continued his search. Perhaps Cyneburg with her druid magic could help? He turned towards her, hopeful. [color=a2d39c]"Any idea?"[/color]