Narrator: The delvers have an uneventful night, sleeping in the mountain valley. Narrator: The next day dawns clear but windy. Marik slips out just before dawn, nodding to Firefly (on watch), and backtracks the greenskins to where they dropped their packs. He comes back with a lot of dried venison. GM: So now what. Firefly: (( is mildly amazed we went a night without being ambushed by eagles. )) Kevin: Pack up and parcel out the venison to people who can carry it, ideally without slowing us down. Marik: Provide people with tents, crossbow bolts, and assorted other gear as they like, because GOBLINS had the good sense to come into the wilderness prepared to live out here. Wolfgang: bury the heavy but valuable armor and weapons ** Thasos eyes the venison. He is, of course, not impressed. **