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While Veria was gone, Swims packed up the food that was still good and discarded the rest. It was disappointed that they were facing such setbacks so soon, but it they were going to find their riches, they would need to deal with some hardships. Fortunately, Veria returned not long afterwards with a successful kill. As she approached the fire, Swims smiled, then looked at the dead rat with a threatening expression. "Yeah, not so happy now, you little wretched vermin." He said, taunting the corpse of the pest.

Since a rat was hardly enough for a breakfast for two, Swims grabbed two oranges out of his bag, which had been untouched by the rat. It would still be a light breakfast, but they now needed to be very cautious with their supplies. As Veria started on cooking the rat, Swims let out a sigh. "So...we haven't really gotten out to the best start. Still, I'm hopeful. I think we should always make sure to have someone on watch at night from here on out. We can rotate between sleeping, or something." He suggested.
I think later, when they run out of food, they should have a hard time successfully hunting down enough creatures, and finding enough plants that are safe to eat. I think it would add to the difficulty.
Swims-With-Pride awoke with a yawn, as well as an aching back. His sleep had not been entirely restful. Even if the dirt was moist, and not completely hard, it was far less comfortable than his bed back at home. He had tossed and turned all through the night, but he quickly discovered that it wasn't his only issue.

As Swims sat up, he felt something move in his bag. Looking at it curiously, he opened it up, only to have a rat sprint out from inside towards the bushes. Swims tried to cast a fireball at the vermin, but in his surprise and confusion, he couldn't concentrate enough to form even the smallest flame. The rat got away, but that wasn't what concerned him the most. As quickly as he could, he started taking their food supplies out of his bag and laying them out in front of him.

"Oh, come on. No, not this." Swims said, his voice sounding defeated. After he got all of the food out of the bag, he examined each item, then let out a sigh of resignation once he realized how much that rat had managed to get into. "Oh, by the Hist, can nothing go right? That little vermin got into my bag, into our food. I think...it looks like a third of our food supplies have been tainted by that little monster. There's no way we are going to get to the ruin on just this."

Swims rubbed his hands across his face and let out another sigh. "We might have to go back to Leyawiin for more supplies...unless, Veria, you have a bow. You can hunt, right? I mean, we shouldn't have a problem getting food, right?"
Swims finished his meal about the same time as Veria. He nodded to her and packed away everything he could fit, other than his weapons and armor, into his bag. Swims laid down on the ground next to the fire, using his bag as a pillow. They did not have any proper bedrolls between them, but Swims felt he was probably tough enough to sleep on the ground. After all, they were adventurers; they did not need the comforts of civilization to survive.

Swims let out a yawn as he looked over to Veria. "Goodnight." He said, though with how excited he was about the next day, it would probably take a while for him to get to sleep.
Once the fish was done cooking, Swims pulled it off of the fire and used his dagger to de-bone it. It took him a few minutes to finish, after which he divided the meat equally between himself and Veria. Since they didn't have plates, Swims placed his bag between them so they could eat off of it. It wasn't completely sanitary, but it was as close as they could get.

After the first bite, Swims found himself a bit disappointed with his own cooking. The burn had distracted him and he ended up keeping the fish on the fire for too long. It wasn't burned and was still perfectly edible, but it wasn't what it could be. "Ah, sorry about the fish. I think I might have overcooked it."
I already had Swims pull the fish out of the fire. Actually, it kinda smacked Veria in the head. Unintentionally, of course.
Swims readily allowed Veria to wrap his burned hand, though his other was unharmed. Still, he cringed and hissed with every pain that shot through him. "Why do burns have to sting so much?" He asked rhetorically. "I've burned my scales before, though. This one should get better in a day or two, no need to waste a healing potion on it. Maybe I should just sleep underwater tonight or something."

Once Veria was finished, Swims used his good hand to set up the fish over the fire, this time with a thicker stick. The fish was a bit dirty now, but it was nothing the fire wouldn't take care of. "Hopefully, we don't have to fight over the next day or two, but my sword arm is still good, at least."
Swims saw Veria blushing, but he assumed it was because she felt embarrassed that she was afraid of the wolves. Moving over and sitting next to her, he placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I know wolves and other beast can be frightening, but they are intimidated by fire. Plus, we have swords, knives, bows. I can even hit them with fireballs. I don't think we have anything to worry about. Nothing is going to hurt us."

Just as Swims finished speaking, the stick that the fish was impaled on broke and the entire thing fell into the fire. Without thinking, Swims quickly tried to grab the fish by the tail before it was all the way in the fire, but he severely misjudged where the fish was, and where his hand was going. He did manage to grab the fish and sling it out of the fire, but his hand was fully engulfed in the flame for a moment. Meanwhile, the fish ended up flying up and striking Veria on the top of the head.

"Ah, Xuth, ow, ow, owwww." Swims cursed as he waved his burned hand through the air. He then held onto it with his other hand and let out a pained hiss. "Ahhh, that burns. No one is going to hurt us but me, I guess."
"Agreed." Swims-With-Pride responded as he got dressed and picked up his armor and other belongings to take back to camp. They walked back together and arrived just as the fire was about to go out. Swims quickly dropped his things and got to work building back up the fire by adding more wood, and using a fire spell to keep it going. Once it was no longer in danger of going out, he had the idea of bringing the rest of the firewood close to their campfire in the hopes that it would dry out more thoroughly, and therefore be easier to burn.

Once they were settled in again, Swims grabbed his bag and pulled out some of the dried fish he had packed for their journey. He didn't have space in his bag for proper plates, bowls, and other cutlery, so he had to make a makeshift spit out of wet sticks. He had asked about how to do it before, but this was the first time he actually made one. Impaling the stick through the fish, he positioned it over the fire so it would cook. "Alright, hopefully that will be done soon enough. I certainly won't have a problem getting to sleep once we eat. I think the fire will be enough to keep away all the dangerous creatures."
Bold move, Cynric runs the risk of earning Sharee's ire if she catches him refusing orders. Things might get interesting if that happens. I look forward to it.
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