[ Sorry for the slow response; I'm in the middle of planning a move across a couple states, so my posting will probably be a little sporadic for a little while. ]<br/><br/>Rousing himself from the drowsiness that was starting to claim him, Aethon can hear faint voices coming from near one of the huts.  Hauling himself back to his feet, he slowly moves over to the hut, his stomach swaying ponderously below him.  Looking down, it appears that his stomach has started to round out and lose a bit of the tightly stretched look as it processes the meal within.  It will still be awhile until the bulge is completely gone, but it will soon cease to be recognizable as a specific creature.<br/><br/>Moving closer, he notices that there were apparently a pair of captives in the tent, who have since been freed.  Walking slowly over, he studies them briefly before introducing himself.  "I'm Aethon, and in addition to my bow and ax, it appears that I'm also responsible for patching us up after fights.  Speaking of which, are either of you injured?"