As Vaeri walked through the forest, she looked upon the half-orc named Lob and gave him the keyword dog. That one would be more than simple enough to remember. As time past, her mind regained clarity and she realized that she had probably fallen asleep for a couple minutes right before the party began moving. She needed to make sure that such a thing did not happen again. But it was easier said than done, with no more imminent danger, the lack of energy in her body and the heaviness of her eyelids was the dominant thought in her mind. The constant movement of walking the road helped to keep her awake.
Vaeri looked at the people in the wagon. They were weak, sick and injured, but even ignoring that, they had an air of mixed feelings: Relief that they no longer needed to live stuck in cages, apprehension of these odd strangers who saved them, uncertainty about the future, but beneath it all, was a faint hope blossoming. The hope that maybe they can make something of their lives and that their experiences in the camp could be put behind them. A noble hope, hopefully one that would stick with these poor souls.
These thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Lob shouted FOOD, holding up a squirming, screaming rabbit with a proud look on his face. Vaeri chuckled. Now that she though about it, she could certainly go for a meal. She walked lightly over towards Lob, looking into the hole he found in the brushes.
"Do you think you can find more rabbits? I could cook us all a meal if we had about 5 more of those about that size." A single rabbit could feed about 3 to 5 people if prepared correctly, and counting Fiona, Drizzak, Lob and herself, there were 18 people total. Under a best case scenario, they would need 4 for everyone to be fed. More likely they would need 5 or 6. If they could not find enough, she would do as best as she could and give the remaining hungry some of the dried meat she kept in her bag. It was one thing for everyone to go hungry on the trip back, but for some to eat while the others starved would simply be cruel.
Vaeri looked at the people in the wagon. They were weak, sick and injured, but even ignoring that, they had an air of mixed feelings: Relief that they no longer needed to live stuck in cages, apprehension of these odd strangers who saved them, uncertainty about the future, but beneath it all, was a faint hope blossoming. The hope that maybe they can make something of their lives and that their experiences in the camp could be put behind them. A noble hope, hopefully one that would stick with these poor souls.
These thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Lob shouted FOOD, holding up a squirming, screaming rabbit with a proud look on his face. Vaeri chuckled. Now that she though about it, she could certainly go for a meal. She walked lightly over towards Lob, looking into the hole he found in the brushes.
"Do you think you can find more rabbits? I could cook us all a meal if we had about 5 more of those about that size." A single rabbit could feed about 3 to 5 people if prepared correctly, and counting Fiona, Drizzak, Lob and herself, there were 18 people total. Under a best case scenario, they would need 4 for everyone to be fed. More likely they would need 5 or 6. If they could not find enough, she would do as best as she could and give the remaining hungry some of the dried meat she kept in her bag. It was one thing for everyone to go hungry on the trip back, but for some to eat while the others starved would simply be cruel.