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Hawkler further geared up by putting the manacles, and the key for the manacles in his backpack, as well as a potion of cure light wounds. "Anything else we should take? The rope might be handy, and the grappling hook, but we also could use the rope later to use to make something to get out of here."
Cord scoops up the balance of the potions, handing a potion if cure light wounds to Olo and Tyranthius, as well as the rope and the grappling hook. I ain't meanin' ter be stuck at the bottom o' some cliff again.
After another long day of gathering supplies, the halfling oracle performs his now-standard benedictions, purifying the food once again to keep it all safe. "Yes, I am ready," he comments, in reply to the others' suggestion that they move out.
Once everyone is out of the sun Tyranthius will start drawing a crude map in the dirt with a stick. Ok, we're here and does anyone have a indication as to the exact location of this camp. I don't want to be sneakin around and walk right into the middle of cannibal central. after scratching the map with landmarks he'll look at the group they've assembled. Do we even have a game plan? Personally, taking them out in small groups would work far better than a frontal assault. I think eliminating scouting and raiding parties would dwindle their numbers in a hurry.
Cord nods his head. Aye, sum scoutin' wud be a good idear. What about goin' up by that hut an' bypassin' the gorge that way. Or circling in behind th'ambush spot. Seems like that were a pretty well chosen spot, so's there may be another group set up there again?
After a few tense moments, Tyranthius will ease up on his bow string, point down at the animal carcass and chuckle amusingly. Whatever it was, it was at least kind enough to deliver us dinner. Cord or Olo, I assume one of you two can make sure that this isn't poisoned? Though the tensions are running high he'll still try to relax everyone by starting to prepare the goat properly while humming an old gypsy tune.
Cord quirks an eyebrow at the goat, and then looks at Olo,I gots no spells what'll purify food, but e'en if'n I did, I'm no' sure that I'd be wantin' ter eat that goat, regardless o' the fact it fell out o' a stormy sky! Whaddye think, Olo?