One Week Later...
Doulos examined the new structures, warm in his goat leather clothing. It hadn't taken them long to learn the goats were about the only creature that lived around here, but at least they made reasonably good eating. After the first night they had set about building some primitive stone huts, the last of which had just now been completed. Still, he would not feel safe until they had begun metalworks construction, most of his men were working with bone tolls and weapons, apart from the few that had managed to keep their swords. For the smithys they would need fuel, lots of it, and the vegetation on the hill was sparse. They had obtained plenty of ore from the hill already, but nothing to smelt it with. With this in mind he called his scouts to him and gave them their orders. They were to travel in goups of 4, each heading in one of the four compass directions. One of the more apt mages had said there was the possibility they were on an island. With that in mind he told the scouts to the size of the coast should they find any. He also gave them one last imperative : " Do not, under any circumstances, stop or travel more than 5 stretches from this base. Remember, this is just a temporary base, and your main job is to find us a better home. Scouting comes secondary. Now go!" with that the scouts ran off to prepare for their journey. Doulos turned away, the homes still needed insulating, and for that they needed more goat leather...
OOC: For convenience a stretch is a tile, and correct me if I'm wrong, but will my scouts be able to return by next turn, if they follow Doulos's orders?