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BarAmal sighed and hung his head sitting on the rocks. During the night his camp had been visited. The animals responsible had fled as soon as he woke, but it didn’t matter the damage had been done. A good chunk of his supplies had been ruined or eaten and he was now missing a blanket. This place was freezing cold to him and BarAmal knew he would have to get moving soon to build a fire or risk a cold lonely death. Well perhaps that was a bit dramatic. But starvation was a real possibility if he didn’t get more food for the night and he would need a fire for when it got cold. Gathering his bow and arrows thanking all the gods he could for his habit of sleeping with his bow and arrows beside him. It had taken a longer time to clean up his small camp from the late night guests than anticipated so the sun was well into the sky as he started his hunt. Hopefully nothing would be there when he got back. There were only so many strange visits a person could take in a day.

BarAmal quietly traversed the terrain looking for food. He stopped and cocked his head to the side to listen for any sign of game in the area. The echoes around the mountains made it difficult for him but he was learning to adapt his tracking skills. He stalked toward the noise and drew his bow. Knocking an arrow he was half draw when he was able to spot the source of the noise. A fuzz small creature was chirping and hoping about near a person! Quickly lowering his bow he wondered if he should introduce himself. Giving a look over the other he decided that they didn’t look like an oban. Stepping out in plain view no longer trying to hunt for now he wondered if this stranger meant a settlement was nearby. He hoped so. With his supplies being decimated during the night he wanted a place to restock. Food could be hunted but a large number of small skins would be hard to make into a blanket when he didn’t have that skill set. “Hello.”

The other sat there scrutinizing him while BarAmal was phrasing his answer in his mind. “Yes. I need a number of things, first and foremost being direction to a settlement.” He realized just how much a pain he was being when in the back of his mind he could hear his mother’s voice scolding him for being sarcastic. He took a breath. “My camp was raided in the night. Likely by the little twit’s cousins and any friends they might have.” The way the other spoke the small creature BarAmal doubted it was a pet. Or at least a loved pet if it was one.

He viewed the other quickly. There just seemed to be something grumpy about the other male. He was so pale it was very strange to look at him.