Margaret
*Fey keeps her hooded red cloak around her as best she can, still trying to keep the umbrella over herself and Rawn. Noting the hour, she hadn't moved to get the rope around herself. She brightens up at the talk of nice food and drink and fun for the evening.*

"I'll make sure to play plenty of music to brighten everyone's spirits, High Lord Rawntha!" *She looks up at the weather,* "... Maybe no dancing, though. Not in this weather... I have a few good stories, as well!"

*Upon Kro's mention of worg meat, Fey'll look over, thinking hard before answering,* "... I suppose I should know how to do it..." *By the pallor she briefly assumes, butchering things might not be in her top ten list of things she's keen to do.* "... I know some of survival in the wild, but one of the biggest things I picked up from that is I'm a city girl." *She grins again, to re-brighten the mood.* "But, I can get by out there. Ok, better show me."
Robert
"OK. Game meat is a bit different to cook. It's all been salted and stored so we can start on that. Given our numbers the others may be half done with dinner, feeding 200+ is no easy task." Looking over at Rawn "If you need her just call for her. I'm sure we will get other monsters to cook along our way but practice, and failure, makes the master." He walks to the kitchen wagons in the hope he will have something ready by dinner time. There would need to be a lot of thin cuts to have it ready on time.
Madelyn
"Dinner sounds good after this bit of beer snack." He had returned to where his beer mugs were and also back to his Dwarf stature. "Brother!, sit and tell me about your mountain home and what works you have skills on. The dwarven creativity is something wonderful to behold."
Regina
"As is your willingness to learn new skills. Enjoy your time with Kro."

He turned back to Perkian and laughed. 
"We only have one evening, and you're asking for a weeks worth of tales! But I shall indulge you as best I can.
"Come master Keladan, let us eat, drink, and tell stories. If you entertain master Perkian with a tale of your exploits, perhaps he will indeed let you climb his sturdy boughs."
Margaret
*Too bad Fey already walked away, or she would totally egg Kel on to try climbing Perkian. Heh heh heh... Instead, she's watching Kro and his butchery work, trying to fight the green showing in her face, Sally chuckling, half-asleep, in the back of her head*
Robert
The elf was a bit saddened when the large being went small again. Although he did have a good story to exchange, of a certain poisonous frog that nearly killed him in the jungles~

 He smiled and looked to the skies before following along after the magical big beard to partake in whatever was the most refreshing of the wines this evening. He ought to go requisition a few men to help him pull roxane out of the mud as well so she could eat with them..

*Kel looked upon the worg meat disgustedly, remembering them once attempting to feast upon him, Instead he feasted upon wonderful seasoned potatoes with an addition of rosemary from his pouch and a mushroom phalanx he received from Roxanne who was still in the mud... He felt kind of bad.*
Regina
Rawn would spend the evening entertaining the firbolg with stories of the Swifthammer clan, and the exploits of Aramus and himself. How they came to be so far north, as they had once called the Bridian area home. And a bit more about the plan to reclaim the mine.*
Angelique
After things were settled around the camp fire Jeri and Lucile excused themselves back to their posts and spent the time watching. Not excelling at their job nor being neglectful of it. He still had plans to eventually talk to fey about the dream but didn't know the time place or how to go about it. As he worked with the scouts he spent a lot of spare time wondering how to go about communications with fey as well as kro and the newcomer. 

Jeri began to be cautious of the judgement of the dwarven leadership between suggesting the travel in the weather, the willingness to take on newcomers, and not pressuring kro more for answers. But he knew his place. The dwarves were comfortable and Jeri would be more cautious. His allegiance was to his employer as for the other travelers he would have to make friends since they didn't have his servanthood. 

Jeri was quiet all day as all of this raced through his mind and crippled his awkward social skills down to a mute. He didn't even argue or banter with Lucile who shared his rehtoric for the day. 

He tried to be more involved as he watched the butchery and wanted to learn for the sake of survivability but he was still getting the stomach for it. His plan was to get closer to fey and kro as they were the first of travelers to join the dwarves with him and he felt closer to them then the others that just arrived. Whether or not that was warranted was something beyond his social sense. So hes been just hovering in the background. 

He had a very important decision to make in regards to traveling in the weather and his companion. As those thoughts ramped up in his mind and overtook the social anxiety he broke his silence to cope with the stress of the choice he had to make.

"Thanks for this kro..." Jeri muttered lightly a bit of a distance away as he fought the smell. "Do you.. Uhm fey do you think.. You'll be able to do this... Sort of thing... With the bodies... Heh... I uh.. I don't think I'm catching on very quickly..." His attempt to make small talk came with a light tremble in his voice from lack of confidence given he hasn't spoken all day.
Robert
Leaning over and almost whispering "You are doing fine, a life in the wild is not something that becomes manageable overnight it will all take time. City life and camping don't really have much to do with each other. This is why there are fewer explorers and adventures than city and village folk. Keep trying, if that is what you want, and don't feel bad. Experience will come as you hold on to your path." 

Looking over at the group he simply smiled 'It was been a long time now since I last felt at home out on the road.