Sorry for my absence, guys. I've been very busy at a new job and such.
sorry for being low af with the rp sorry
Igor eats the fruit while entering the forest, looking for fresh water.
Igor eats the fruit, but still remains hungry. After a while of walking into the forest, he finds a few muddy puddles, but not much else. It seems like he'd have to go inland and find a stream, but he feels himself getting dizzy from dehydration.
Volgya reaches for the firestarter in the crate, setting to work without another word. He puts the kindling on the dry stick and rubs away.
After a while, the torches are lit—and it good time; the sun is sinking lower in the sky as evening arrives. Thank goodness there is no rain tonight. As for shelter, it looks like another night of improvisation.
Now, with the torches ready, Aǹni looks around, scanning the trees for stink monkeys, hoping that they wouldn't steal any of their goods.
"Perhaps ye should take the axe. Ye was a sell-sword, were ye not?"