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[Jerick]

Van gathers some of the grass, taking some of the tallest and strongest and begins weaving some ropes from them.

[Lenglon]

Lysia rests near Lanith, wanting to be fresh and able to swap roles when Lanith tires.

[The Canadian kitten]

George breaks out his dried fruit rations, and eats a few to sate his hunger.

[Stirk]

Passive-aggressively start making camp.

You passive aggressively start making camp under lamp light. The Nightmare gets the hint but everyone else just hangs out and watches.

Most of you just have a blanket so setting up camp basically means making a fire out of dry tallgrass and setting up basic noise makers to keep you from dying in your sleep. The runefolk didn't bring a blanket, want to share?

Help make camp, and be a bit too excited about the prospects of a campfire. 

The grass burns wonderfully, unfortunately it is contained by a ring of stones. Sad.

Lanith looks out for any enemies.

You find a good excuse to not help set up camp. Your eyes, ears, and nose don't sense anything hostile.

Van gathers some of the grass, taking some of the tallest and strongest and begins weaving some ropes from them.

Making a rope is fairly simple, its construction goes by fairly quick. It is around the size of a fallen tree in length. You are no craftsman and probably should have dried out the grass first, so the rope isn't something anyone would buy at a market or you would trust your life to, but it is a rope you can be proud of.

Grass rope get! Just for the record everyone else brought 10 meters of rope with them, and you can see it hanging off their packs as part of standard issue adventuring gear. Did you get jealous of their ropes?

Lysia rests near Lanith, wanting to be fresh and able to swap roles when Lanith tires.

You rest near Lanith. No monsters attack so the rest is restful.

George breaks out his dried fruit rations, and eats a few to sate his hunger.

The dried fruit tastes dry and fruity. Not in a good way, unless you really like raisins. Still anything in your stomach is good after spending a day marching and killing drifters.

[Lenglon]

Lysia swaps with Lanith, taking watch so Lanith can rest.

[Maximum Spin]

Get some sleep and be ready to take next watch on the assumption that the non-dog-people don't have good enough senses.

[Stirk]

The night passes without anyone being eaten by scull cleaners. You wake up to the morning frost covering the tall grass, the short grass, and Van 264 since he didn't bring anything to sleep in. The fire is warm and ready to cook, if you want a meal before heading out.

You still have no plans to get through the grass forest but at least won't be stumbling through the dark now.

[Maximum Spin]

Aww, I would have shared.

[Stirk]

Aww, I would have shared.

At least he avoids the flees this way.

[The Canadian kitten]

Standing up, George stretches his arms and feet for the brand-new day. Eating some raisins to sate his hunger (maybe he should have the foresight not to pack only raisins), and looking at the bunch of tall grass that impedes the party's journey.
"A bright new day to go tramping about! Say, would there be a path around this forest, or do we have to go through it somehow?"

[Jerick]

There was so much that Van couldn't remember. But it could remember many a cold night curled up in the dirt. It had gotten very used to that. Travelling long roads with little to its name was like that. Its empty searching had resulted in a fair number of poor campsites and empty pockets had seen it turned away from many an inn. But it had to admit there was a lot of convenience to camping with others to take watch. It had felt much less vulnerable sleeping at this camp than it normally did. Van woke up, pulled itself to its feet and did its best to dust off any lingering bits of soil and mud that had clung to it. It could feel that familiar stiffness from spending a night in an uncomfortable place to sleep and it wondered why only now did it occur to it that all that super tall grass could have made some nice bedding.

But Van wasn't the first up; George seemed to be something of an early riser.
"I would like to know that too. Though since those more familiar with the maps suggested we go this way I suspect it might be a very long way around,"

[BlackPaladin99]

“Ah, a new day, a new opportunity to cave in someone’s skull!  Isn’t it great?”

He generally makes himself useful, helping anyone who needs it. 

[Lenglon]

Lysia stretches, stiff from rotating watch shifts with Lanith, and prepares a group breakfast.
"Morning."
after everyone has had a chance to wake and eat, she's a bit less terse.
"So anyway, we're fairly close, just this last bit here."
Lysia draws roughly in the dirt, sketcĥing our intended route.
"Anyway, lets press onward shall we?"
Lead us through the grass to our destination.

[Crystalizedmire]

"Absolutely," said Lanith.
"Everyone, grab onto this rope." Lanith holds the rope out of her backpack.

[Jerick]

Van obediently grabs on to the rope.