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Aif enters and squats opposite the fire from Yana, holding his hands close to the fire.  As he enters, he notices that Yana is holding something, but decides not to say anything about it.  "There were potatoes back the way I came; very filling."

47
"This'd be day two.  Fine if I sit?  It's cold."

48
"Aif.  The storm cast me here.  And you?"

49
In slightly broken proto-Germanic, "I speak little of this tongue.  Share fire, I can share some food, and I know where more will be."

50
Aif tries to look as non-threatening as possible and repeats his greeting, and again in his somewhat rusty proto-Germanic.

51
Aif, hearing movement within the tent stops, crosses his fingers, and calls out a greeting in his native proto-Celtic.

52
Aif decides to follow the human trail heading ESE.  Hopefully it doesn't lead to hungry cannibals.

53
The Bolgil Woolswine doesn't seem to like Aif being there all the same and continues grunting as he backs away. After he is out of view, the beast doesn't seem to pursue, and Aif makes his way around through the forest, new bearing NWW. He climbs a particular gentle hill which leads him to a place which had been cleared for a campfire. The fire was here fairly recently. There is also various molested ground cover—It is unsure if this concerned foraging or a struggle with an animal. A single bloodstain is found on the south end of the clearing, and a light blood trail leads SSW.
Aif gives a shrill whistle, hoping to alert anyone still nearby to his presence, then does a more thorough lookaround.  Probably there will be some human's trail leading in or out.  Aif keeps ever on the watch, however, for the boar.  He figures that the trail leading SSW is probably not the boar's given the direction he came from, but isn't going to risk it quite yet.

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Aif draws his sword - it'll have more clout than his walking stick, and backs away slowly, making sure to continue facing the boar as he goes, and once it's out of sight (providing it doesn't follow), makes a fairly wide circle downwind around the spot of his encounter and moves in the direction the boar came from.  He's heard tell of the hunts his forbears of great boar which could easily kill men with their sharp tusks, and at present he doesn't feel up to the task of fighting to the death, but judging by the gash on the animal's face, someone else might, hopefully not a larger predator, hopefully other men, hopefully not cannibals.  It may be a long shot, but it seems to Aif to be his best chances of quickly finding a real source of food and fresh water.

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Off Topic / Re: So it's about to get really cold where I live.
« on: January 04, 2018, 10:11:57 PM »
Where I am it hit the low negatives for the last week, and just snowed two feet.

Curse winter.

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Aif figures he's probably just getting paranoid from something in the berries and makes his way back down, then continues on his way.

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Aif suspects a predator, possibly another human.  He looks around for a tree to climb.  He's somewhat weak from the relatively meager amount of food and drink he's managed to forage, bet feels he has it in him to get up one and stay out of the way of wild men or wolves or whatever else this strange land may hold.

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Aif leaves the belt and sheath behind, but becomes increasingly paranoid as he travels, guessing that a wolf or wild dog or pack thereof killed the previous bearer of his sword, but realizing that such anxiety is fruitless, takes a minute to collect himself and rest for about an hour before continuing on his way.  Occasionally, he pauses, listening for the sound of running water, knowing that without a better source of drinking water than the morning dew, he won't be able to survive for very long.

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Aif endures the pains in his gut, making not to eat more moderately.

He purses his lips at the sword.  Examining it, he sees that the metal has corroded superficially, but is mostly sound, though the edge has dulled well beyond use.  He wondered whether the land might be inhabited, be it by savages or a civilized people.  He slides the sword between his body and belt as comfortably as he can and searches some more - perhaps there's more to be found.  Regardless, he takes care to move as quietly as possible both in foraging and traveling, lest some unknown enemy get the drop on him.

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Before setting off in earnest, Aif gets what he can from the dew and the berries he recognizes, and gives the others a taste, eating them if they're not bitter or vegetabley tasting, though with less caution, as he remembers somewhere hearing that berries on thornbushes are often edible, at least he thinks he remembers it.

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