Skrik pulled more of the inner bark from the tree, being careful not to remove too much of the skin of the tree.  He didn’t see any benefit to be gained by hurting it more than necessary, and he knew that he could kill it if he tried.  He ended up with a small rolled wad of inner bark wrapped in two layers of outer bark to keep the poison from leaking out or the inner bark from drying out.  It should be enough for two more doses.  ‘After all, he thought as he looked down at his improved knife, this will only get me so far.’

He was just about to hunt for more useful materials when his stomach clenched, giving him a firm reminder of where his current priority should lie.  Tree bark had provided a valuable tool but it hadn’t done anything to fill his belly, at least not yet.  So, with that in mind, he headed into the trees in search of prey.

He knew two things about his prey for sure.  One was that they had horns so they might not flee at first sight but fight instead.  The other was that they were alive.  That meant that they needed food, water, and breath to survive.  He didn’t know exactly what horned rabbits ate but he was pretty sure that he would find out soon.  He kept his senses keen as he worked his way along the trails; watching for chewed leaves, broken twigs, fur snagged on branches or missing berries, listening for movement in the underbrush or any sound of water or beasts, and smelling for any fresh droppings or other sign that a beast had strayed close to the trails.  He started with the more clearly beaten trails made by the less capable goblins and then slipped off onto one of the far narrower and less visible ones that wound through the shadowed brush.  He kept his poisoned knife in his hand and ready to strike since he knew that this path might make him vulnerable to ambush.

As he went along, he couldn’t help but notice the great variety of bushes and trees as well as grasses, mosses, vines and mushrooms that lived in such close proximity to one another.  He was sure that some of them would prove to be at least as useful as the bark from the Numbing Trees but he couldn’t afford to let himself be distracted by his curiosity now.

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Inventory: (Numbing) Poison Rock Knife, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Tight Loincloth, Numbing Bark

Starting Skill: Butcher's Insight
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