The little waif went on, carrying his bag with him. He paused once he was in the forest proper to listen to nature.  The sounds of a babbling stream could be heard faintly.  He cast about for the direction of said stream and went on that way. Upon finding the stream he couldn’t help but grin. There were frogs in it.<br/><br/>The stream had a small sheltered lagoon of sorts.  The frogs were enjoying the night, singing their love song to the moon.  The lad hid his cloak and bag. He found a fairly straight and sturdy stick lying on the ground. Then set to sharpening one end of it.<br/><br/>Creeping up slow around one side of the lagoon, the lad managed to take the first frog easily enough.  He brought the large bullfrog to an especially large stone. He pulled it from the spear then whacked it’s head on said stone. He dropped the lifeless frog on it.<br/><br/>Back he went after another one. The rocks in the small lagoon were slick with algae. Though the Halfling was quite accustomed to slick surfaces he went sliding on the first step and SPLASH into the water he went! He came up sputtering and coughing. It was definitely NOT a pleasant surprise.  The water was icy cold. It was filled with long tendrils from the lily pads that dotted the lagoon. He had to struggle to get free.<br/>Crawling onto an outcropping of rock, he got himself together once more.  The frogs, seemed to be laughing at him. Well this was just the icing on top of the proverbial cake!  He stalked around the lagoon just watching for a time. The frogs, finally went back to their singing.  Still dripping wet, he went after another  frog. He soon had two.<br/>After a time, with many slips, slides and a few more dunks in the water, he had a nice pile of frogs.  He cleaned them then gathered up his things. He headed right back to the tavern.  In he marched, dripping water everywhere, with a long stick that had still twitching frog legs on it. He wore a proud little smile. Bright eyes swept the room once more, he gave a nod to Zeraer.<br/><br/>The lad wandered on over to the fire, flopped down before it . The stick was poked into the  fireplace. Slowly turned, as the lad hummed a tune. *<br/>