Face sat down on a rock that was just the right shape to make a decent seat. He lit the fire and tended it until it grew warm enough to take the chill from his limbs, and began to prepare a little dinner. His supplies were starting to run a little low, but he estimated that he had enough to last another few days, at least. The next village wasn't supposed to be too far away.
By his reckoning, he had another three weeks before he reached Eresmol, and the men Tharalf had told him about. Hopefully, they'd be able to help him find other worlds where he could find the answers he needed.
As he was cutting off small pieces of salted pork, he heard something from the bushes nearby. "Hello?" he said, cautiously.