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Sif stands somewhere in the snow, hidden, while observing the cave. She hasn't been here for long, but she saw a bear-like man walk past and into the cave. She brushes some snow off her shoulder and keeps her head down, so they don't see her. Might wanna keep an eye on them though. She doesn't want them to get in her way. Gets back up and starts to walk away from the place. She'll be back in a while. She's used to the cold weather, so she doesn't whine as much as others about it. Her boots leave distinctive footprints in the deep snow, but she doesn't worry. They'll be washed away eventually by the wind. She has a tight grip around her dagger, and she carefully looks around, while she walks. She isn't really interested in being ambushed. She's strong and good at fighting, but she'd most likely be overpowered by someone like that big bear-guy. She hates to admit it, but she's not as big as a bear.

Ivan was still staring at the cooking hares. Suddenly a thought had crossed his mind. He turns around, pulls down his chainmail mask and wipes his nose, still covered slightly in dry blood. After having done so, he turns back around and looks at the hares again.

Boris replies to Tarben, "No one's after us, s'far as I know." he says as he handles the singed hares with his gloved fingers, pulling them off their cooking stakes and handing each to those about - Being a total of eleven, means it wouldn't necessarily divided evenly. For starters, he hands one to each - Including himself, this leaves six remain. By the second round, there is only one left, which he gives to his loyal hound, who up until this point, would have been staring intently from across the cavern.

"After you're all fed, we're going to the next village North. Get you all settled, tell the townsfolk what happened there. Don't want to see this happen to another Hamlet, do we? 'Course not. Even if they don't plan to, best they be ready."

He sticks an arrow into his hare using it like a pike, he takes off his helmet and scarfs it down, obviously starving for his morning meal. After there being nothing but bones, he cleans off the arrow and slips it back into his quiver. He wipes his mouth and dusts off his armor, he then puts his helmet back on. "I've go ta' say Boris, you'd do fine at a pub." "By the way, you still got those hare skins? I could use them."

Kalliope takes her hare, and gently uses her bloody cape as a heat guard agains the hot meal. Living alone, she's not that used to eat meat, and especially not meat cooked in such a simple way. Even though it's a boring meal, she eats a bit of it. It is a hot meal, and it might be days, even weeks before they will get a hot meal again. Not wanting to get in the way, she doesn't comment of any of the instructions from Boris, trusting his survival skills more than her own.

Ivan pulls down his mask and takes a hare before anyone can see his face. He turns around and feasts on the hare like a ravenous animal. He had not noticed how hungry he was until he finally got a chance to eat, and boy was he hungry. He eats it up quickly, leaving little meat on the bones. After he had finished, he clutches his stomach and winces in pain. Perhaps eating so quickly did cause him to feel the pain.

(We're waiting for Gutebnurg's post I think.)

Ivan was paying little attention to what Boris was saying, mostly examining the bones for any extra morsels to finish. He looks back up as the others begin to pack. He blushes underneath his armour and drops the bones, rushing to his horse. It was embarrassing for him to not pay attention, and thinks now's the time to get ready. "Um... da... Sorry I was... thing..." He says awkwardly before leaping up on his horse and holding its reigns. "Okay, ready I think..."

((So do you think Sif is going to play a part in the story? We could use a strong female character.))

He stands up and goes over to his mule. He strokes it's snout and hops onto the saddle, his armor clinking as he does so. "So Boris, have you been to the northward town we be going to recently?" (keeping the RP on life support.)

(Should be, she sent me a PM saying so. Waiting on Tarben and Kalliope to reply, then we'll zip on to the next village, where things should start to pick up again)

Kalliope gets up, and stretches her legs. The cold air and her frozen dress has made her joints stiff and aching. She stretches her back too, waiting for everybody else to get ready for the journey. She picks ud her bundle of books and scriptures, and move tries to make it easier to hold on to, as they leave. Maybe she will be able to teach in the other village, and maybe the other village would be more open to all of them, if they knew that they wouldn't be a burden.

(Sorry for making you wait so long, guys! I've been in England for two weeks. Busy all the time, so I haven't been able to reply)

Sif is currently hiding under the hoodie of her cape, observing this odd party. She carefully sneaks from tree to tree. Making sure she doesn't make too much noise, when she walks in the snow. They might not notice her footsteps, because they make some noise themselves, when they walk, she does not underestimate them. If she makes a mistake, like stepping on a branch, they sure can't ignore her. She follows them silently and can basically hear every word they're saying. So they're leaving to the next village? That must be Whitedell, and currently it doesn't seem like the worst idea.

Tarben would nod in acknowledgement of Boris' brief answer, before allowing himself to partake of the provided breakfast.
Aside the others, he would heed the old man as he instructed them as to their destination.
When everyone began to prepare for the trek, he would come to Boris a second time, though no question lies upon his lips, even if some lay upon his heart.
He simply begins to keep closer to the more expetienced member of the group- of those that he could trust, that is.
"I'm ready.", he mumbles.

(I am sorry for the late reply. Busy, busy, busy- as it has been lately. I will try to make more time for RPR, but feel free to continue without me if I become a burden. )

"Wait..." Ivan mutters as he looks throughout the cluster of snow covered trees. That feeling one would get when they feel like they're being watched, Ivan is feeling exactly that. It could be just irrational delusions clouding his sense of reality, so he thinks it best to leave it be. "Never mind... Let's get going before something tries to kill us out here." Ivan says almost coldly as he urges his horse forward.

(Eh... Gutebnurg...? You there? Anyone?)