Alois, satisfied with himself after the successful shot, released his grip on the conjured bow. It, like the sword had done earlier, vanished with an impressive flourish. He kept watch as Sarrina skinned the dead elk, keeping his hand on the hilt of his sword. The other elk had all ran away, but the distant sounds of a carnivorous competitor kept the breton on edge. Trying to figure out exactly which direction the sounds came from was a challenge, and in the low light, he wasn't sure he'd catch anything if it actually did approach.<br/><br/>Luckily for them, the skinning and butchering went by relatively quickly. "I'm sure they'll appreciate this," Alois joked, looking over the deer's remains as he was handed the pelt. He held it carefully, making very sure not to unravel the makeshift container made of carefully folded skin and fur. Having raw flesh fall out of it wouldn't be a very fun cleanup. With his free hand, he took the map out again, opened it, and started walking. While he did wonder where exactly they were headed, Sarrina's assurance that he'd be told while they had some down-time was a good enough answer.<br/><br/>"Don't suppose you've got any spices on you?" He asked, continuing to move alongside the nord. Plain meat was fine, but adding things to it always made it more bearable. He wasn't too worried about cooking it, either. Some logs and a snap of the fingers to cast a basic flame spell was all that was technically necessary.