[center][color=8dc73f]Shel Applewood[/color][/center]

[i]A scouting party, what fun![/i]

But just as the halfling turned toward Zeke and Rhen he felt his tiny tummy a'rumbling.  He turned to look at the mountains, the seemingly best place to set up camp.  Oh wouldn't it be ever so much nicer to head out on such an expedition with a fully belly, and perhaps a bit of a snack packed up and ready for the nibbling?  He certainly thought so.  Always thought better with a full stomach he did.

"[color=8dc73f]Perhaps[/color]," he began uncertainly, "[color=8dc73f]perhaps after we set up camp[/color]?"

He reached in to his shirt and pulled out his mapping book, stuffed as it was with cheap paper sticking out of it every which way, holding his treasure in his left hand, then reached in to his bag and pulled out his Chef's Knife with his right.  Gesticulating with the book he explained,

"[color=8dc73f]A second point of interest, our cozy little camp in the mountains, makes it easier for us to map out whatever we might find.  We could use dead ahead[/color]," he pointed in the direction they'd been facing as they left the portal, "[color=8dc73f]as North for now, but...[/color]" He wiggled the Chef's Knife ever so slightly, "[color=8dc73f]Might'nt it be good to get a bit of a stew going in the pot a'fore we set out?  Why, I've got meat and potatoes and herbs and all in my bag packed away[/color]."

He smiled at the notion of a proper halfling stew, "[color=8dc73f]A party is never better formed than about a good roaring fire with bellies full they say.  Could get it going a'fore we leave and put the finishing touches on her when we get back[/color]."