[@Lucius Cypher][@Unkown58]

I'll have you know my cheeks are solid as a rock and not in anyway sweet, thank you! The Demon King NEVER skips leg day!

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As Gren looked around for [b]material[/b] that could be used for cordage, and for woods that might serve in [b]weapon crafting[/b], he found only short leafed, scrubby grasses this close to the camp but many tall trees. If he went deeper into the forest, he would likely improve his chances of finding things like vines and fibrous plants to use for ropemaking, but no doubt there were plenty of dangerous things in there, too. Of the trees around them, he could only deduce that some seemed very similar to hardwoods like oak, while others resembled pine or fir. They were quite tall, and some were almost as thick around as the Runt himself, but many of their branches were out of his reach…unless he wanted to take the risk of climbing. 

[b]However, one tree in particular looked promising[/b]. Its main truck was about as big around as an average human’s thigh, but only grew up to around six or seven feet. This trunk put out smaller branches that reached a bit higher, with those at the bottom being thicker than the ones at the top—ranging from the thickness of a finger to a wrist. The fullest branches also held small clusters of round, green, woody-shelled nuts. Gren would be able to climb a tree like this if he wanted to take a smaller, springier branch or just cut one of the thicker, hardier boughs from near its base.

And, was that…What luck! [b]Something green and vine-like[/b] wound about the tree’s trunk and branched out onto one of the limbs! Gren couldn’t see where it ended or started, but maybe if he could pull it off the tree he’d have the cordage he wanted?

Meanwhile, when Vola looked in the direction she assumed to be [b]North[/b], she would see that the orcs’ settlement was essentially on the bottom of a wide, ramping valley that only went a short distance vertically up the mountain base—but being backed into the rockface at least seemed like a good defensive strategy. The rocks to the north of the camp looked scalable, with switchback trails over ledges and a few worn paths that could be seen even from a distance. Both sides of the valley stretched tall enough that, as she craned her neck back and blinked against the haze in the sky, Vola would be able to make out snow atop several peaks and a few that even reached cloud cover.

Then, as she watched, among some of the rocks not far from the two Runts’ position, [b]something small and furry[/b]—at least, it looked small from this distance—emerged and began scampering over the ridge. It would’ve been easy to mistake for a large squirrel or even a racoon…save that its tail was pink and hairless. If they didn’t give chase soon, though, it would likely disappear among the crags and crannies in the rock…
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