Fellows
@forsaken-mage
A bit of smoke rose from the embers remaining from last night’s fire, before she and another scout threw handfuls of dirt on them to put them out. It was a small camp, a group of scouts exploring the area, all of them in Inquisition gear which felt a little odd compared to her usual Dalish clothes, but she’d get used to it eventually.
Harding had announced they were moving out, splitting into groups for the day to scout in different directions: some to hunt, some to pinpoint places in the map where they could find resources like metals, certain herbs, water.
Aylen walked away from the former campfire, grabbing her bow from where it sat against a stump they’d used as seat. But first, she rubbed her hands together, blowing breath between them to warm them up. “Mythal ma halani, it gets cold down here south...”