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[sjm9876]

Vulpa pats the wolf, despite its lack of soul.
'Good boy.'
She then sets to skinning and preparing the elk.

[Sanure]

[Auto] Vulpa does so. Vulpa gains 50 units of raw meat, 30 units of small bones, 15 units of Large bones, and 3 units of furs and hides.

[Pass] Torban detects a few dead moles, but thats it.

[Alexandria]

Raise the moles, send them scouting around the area.

[Kansa]

Lacking anything else to do Elleanor decided to go hunting once more

[Sanure]

[Fail] Elleanor fails to find any animals. They were probably spooked by the Wolf golem chasing down an elk earlier.
As night begins to set in, the caravan arrive at the edge of the Llanwrton Vale. Looking out over the land in front of them, the group discover the land trully does look like a paradise. Lucien is staring at the sunset, contemplating.

[sjm9876]

'Nice place. Shame it's so far from the sea.'
Vulpa grins, absentmindedly rubbing the clay wolf's flank.

[Sanure]

Lucien speaks up, "We make camp here for the night. We have at least 2 more days of travel ahead of us." Lucien hops down off the wagon and sets up his tent.

[Alexandria]

Torban jumps off his cart and walks out of camp settling in a small copse of trees.

[kj1225]

Kyle continues trying to think.
"It would please me greatly if I could get a private demonstration of your talents!"
Kyle kicks himself harder as he goes back to his crafting.

Cymea's eyes fix Kyle, studying him closely, if somewhat coldly.  "You wish my training?"  She's frowning, but it's not quite clear if it's from distaste or some unknown thought.

Kyle is still mentally kicking himself.
"Well, if you wish I wouldn't mind learning..."
Kyle sets up his tent and then goes off to look for some body of water.

[Culise]

Kyle continues trying to think.
"It would please me greatly if I could get a private demonstration of your talents!"
Kyle kicks himself harder as he goes back to his crafting.

Cymea's eyes fix Kyle, studying him closely, if somewhat coldly.  "You wish my training?"  She's frowning, but it's not quite clear if it's from distaste or some unknown thought.

Kyle is still mentally kicking himself.
"Well, if you wish I wouldn't mind learning..."

Cymea considers for a moment.  "Tonight, when we encamp."


As they arrive without incident, Cymea sets up her own tent, then makes a brief patrol of the surrounding area before returning. 

[Sanure]

[Auto] Cymea's patrol turns up no dangers beside the occasional wolf or bear.

[kj1225]

Kyle is presumably back and waiting nervously.

[darkpaladin109]

Vor'Thon starts collecting plants.

[Culise]

As she returns to the camp, Cymea picks up two wooden staves from the wagon carrying the supplies.  She sees Kyle waiting and approaches.  She seems to consider something for a moment before speaking.  "You do not use polearms.  You use that and that," she points respectively at his cutlass and his pistol.  "I can spar with you, teach you how to move, to avoid attacks.  Or, I can try to teach you how to fight with this," she says as she taps her halberd, still slung in its harness from her patrol. 

[kj1225]

"Um... which would you enjoy teaching more?"