The man looks out over a dense forest. They were lucky to have found this cave when the storm hit. Being out there during the night would have been a hell. With a sigh, he turns around and approaches the fire. Another person was sitting next to it, tending to the meals they had worked so hard for early today. 

Instead of sitting down next to the fire to warm up, the man approaches two horses at the back of the cave. One of them let's out a soft neigh as he comes closer, but falls silent as the man pets the beasts nose. "There, there. It's only the rain." He reaches into one of the saddlebags and finds what he's looking for. Oats for the horses, and a bottle of liquid for himself and his companion.

Finally, after feeding the horses, the man sits down next to the fire. With out loud sound he uncorks the bottle and takes a large swig. After wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand, he hands the bottle to the other figure sitting next to the fire. "So, how is our dinner coming along?"