Carol
Arin Cragton 
Northwind

"We should hunt as well. Our supplies are running low. But that's an issue for early morning. You are right. I am shivering so much, and my hands are losing feeling." He said, blowing heat into his hands to warm them up. He pulled a small axe and cleared out some of the underbrush. 

It wasn't long before the pair had a small camp set up. The movement kept Arin warm, but the night kept approaching. He knew before too long they would need to have that fire going. 

"I'll go grab some wood." He said shivering. He glanced around, before grabbing the axe from earlier. It did not take long to find wood, but dragging it took longer than he expected. He grabbed as much as he could, lugging the larger logs behind him as he stacked the wood as close to their tents as he could. He placed them underneath the flaps of his own tent, safe from any snowfall that would occur that night. He kneeled in the center of their tents and cleared off the ground. He made a circle out of rocks before building a small pyramid out of sticks. He set a piece of kindling in the center before lighting it with the flint and steel he carried. He held his hands out as the flames grew, eagerly licking the dry logs. 

"There. Maybe.. Just maybe that'll help." He said quietly.

Levi Cortez
Northwind

Levi shook his head, a motion hidden as best as he could by the hood covering his head. He lowered it so that those in view could see his face, now twisted into a scowl. 

"Do not assume what my men are capable of. Gold means little to them. They've tasted finer things. However..." He said, forcing the calm smile to reappear back on his face.


"One quarter will do. However, it would do well for your men to secure your land first. Even after we drive out the Harrowicks, there will still be common bandits and the like. There are those who have not joined the Eclipse, and those men are not to be underestimated. When my men depart, keep your men at the ready." He said, before glancing around the table at the other men present.

"Now, are there any objections?" He asked, looking into the eyes of each man present. None of them met his gaze. He felt a silent fury burning deep within his body. 

"No? It is decided then." Levi said, glancing down at Satella. "I will join you in driving out the Harrowicks. Should you need supplies, get them now. My men and I will ride out in the morning." He said, before standing up. 

"Now, unless there is anything else, I have preparations to make." He said.
James
Marsila Vema 
Northwind

Marsila was relieved that they were able to set up their small camp with ease and made her way towards her Stallion, brushing his nose in comfort. She reached towards her quiver and the blood tipped arrows that had been used previously. She turned to face Arin as he sat by the fire.

"I will go find us some food since I have the energy and I don't feel as bothered by the cold compared to you." She gave a small smirk towards her teasing tone at his vulnerability.

Her eyes scanned the horizon, her eyes narrowed as she observed for any sign of movement. With her bow slung over her shoulder, Marsila moved further out, knowing she would have to put some distance between her and the camp before she had the chance at coming across some form of prey. As Marsila ventured further into the wilderness, her senses heightened. The biting cold seemed to fade into the background as she focused on the task at hand. Her footsteps matched the rhythm of her racing heartbeat, each stride purposeful and confident.

Suddenly, a distant rustle caught Marsila's attention. She crouched low in the underbrush, her bow at the ready and arrow notched. She scans the surrounding area for any movement, his sharp eyes trained to spot even the smallest twitch of an animal's ear or tail. Then she caught sight of it, a boar.

The bowstring felt taut against her fingers, ready to be released at the perfect moment. She watched as it rooted around in the undergrowth, unaware of her presence. Calculating the distance and angle, Marsila slowly drew back the bowstring, feeling the familiar tension building in her muscles. Her breath steadied, matching the rhythm of her heartbeat.With a swift release, the arrow soared through the air, arcing gracefully towards its intended target. The arrow found its mark with precision, piercing through the boar's hide, causing it to let out a surprised squeal before collapsing onto the forest floor.
Marion
Az'maveth 
Northwind

Marsila heard it first, after she struck the boar with her arrow. A well aimed shot, and a powerful moment of the boar dying in one single movement. It was... Laughter. Not hearty and loud, but small and mischievous, a giggle.

Arin heard it second. The laugh was just off to his side now, and he could turn and see a roughly 6 foot tall man rifling through the saddlebags on the horses. 

Oddly enough, it was as if the horses didn't notice him. Or, perhaps they didn't care. He was covered from head to toe in black ink, and didn't seem struck by the cold like the other two.

"What's yours is yours, what's yours is mine~" He said playfully, to himself, but then his head snapped to Arin's direction. Scarlet hair, and matching eyes looked the camper up and down, and his eyes blinked independently from one another. It gave him an unsettling, uncanny sense to him.

"Are you nice and cozy?" He asked directly this time.
Frankie
Albert Rhoderick
Iron Gate

Albert's lip curled into a sneer as he watched the storm cloud brewing over Levi. What a man to question the integrity of! And of his men? Laughable. Levi was so blinded by *Good* And his own pride in his *Integrity* That he would trip over everything else to maintain those things. A fool, really, but it was even more amusing to see someone question him and watch Levi stew over it. 

"And I," Albert said, slapping his hands on his knees and standing, "Will lead our men to Rivers Peak and take care of the traitors." *And leave you to babysit...* He added mentally.