"A watchtower would be good," Rintor answered belatedly, having become a bit wrapped up in gently letting the changeling down. He no longer holds much interest in Earthly pleasures, or so he often tells himself. For the past few minutes, he's been trying to get the lay of the land distance-wise. At least the mystery of cardinal directions seemes to have been solved.

"However," he adds, "water must be our first priority, as our supply is not great and a warm stew sounds...delicious." He glances at the halfling and can't help but smile. [i]Helpful little fellow - the type who's the glue of expeditions like this.[/i] "That's my reason for heading in the direction of the foothills. Valleys provide natural and predictable places for water to flow and collect. I suggest that we make a temporary camp in a defensible position before sundown. We'll have the entire day tomorrow to scout out and set up a more permanent position."