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The group came to a staggered stop, Eomer standing a small distance behind the others and just stood there, equipment and supplies thrown not-so-gently on the ground and lay strewn at his feet; a small clatter ringing out as several metal items crashed into both the dirt path they'd been following and one another. After a slightly over exaggerated yawn and stretch,the badlander forraged around his waist pouch for a map before withdrawing a heavily beaten old thing, the likes of which was so outraged that the Elf was likely to be the only one who remembers when the land looked as such. Around the Badlands portion of the map, which was folded over and facing the rest of the group, each settlement was either circled or crossed out entirely (some having some words jotted in someones irreadable hand.

A few moments of silence passed before anything more was said, with only the animals hunting in the dusky light being heard until Eomer started speaking once again. "
We're somewhere around here (stabbed a finger onto the map quite roughly, before dragging his finger along the path they were following, stopping intermittently before carrying on again), and there are about 3 settlements we can get to before it gets too dark to travel farther safely. There is a village about a league from where I think we are, and a couple farms a little over a league after that if you'd prefer to forge on but risk being turned away" he said whilst glancing over the group, eyes longing slightly on the tiefling for slightly longer than he should've when finishing that sentence.