[h2][color=Cyan]The Wanderers Tribe, Catfolk, Turn 0[/color][/h2]

[url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7PPzgVTItH4&list=RDJwfsrD792jk&index=9]Ambiance[/url]

Nexonia saw the first rays of dawn shining over the land. With careful fingers she plucked the squirrel and the arrow with which she shot it out of the wood. She then sprung off the tree limb on which she was standing onto one lower down. 10 minutes later the squirrel was toasting on a miniature spit on the forest floor. 10 minutes after that she was chewing on roast squirrel. Her thoughts changed to constructive ones as she headed back to camp.

Time to wake the recruits. She thought.

Coming back to the slowly glowing campfire and the tents she woke each tent by banging on it. Time to rouse. Get up. She blew on her whistle.

She saw the recruits. Some 30 in all. Bleary eyed and yawning. She saw Meekus amongst them and handed him the lower torso of the squirrel for breakfast. Meekus was the son of much vaunted general Meekus of the troll war. Unlike most of the rest he was a Male and had just come out of his fever 5 months ago. Unlike his brother before him, he had survived. This was put down to the fact that hed been born with a cowl, something very auspicious to the midwives and druids. He still carried around with him a wooden box from his fever times. What it did no one knew, but they expected great things from this Meekus the second. And that was why he was here training for the Wardens, protectors of the Wanderer nation, under personal oversight of Pathfinder Nexonia, chief of the tribe.