<div class="floatright">(http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb117/hopefox17/Marano1.png)</div>Katul smiled at Kae as he finished tending the fire to a suitable cooking configuration. "You're welcome. Can I leave the fire with you and Cael, now, to handle the cooking? I want to help finish looting these alcoves."<br/><br/>He stood up and looked Mikka over, nodding. "Catching rats may be a task for two men without a bow or sling. I can try to catch one with my hands if you herd them towards me. Try to find some while I look for more supplies. I'll be right back."<br/><br/>Katul was about to step into the Lower 2 alcove when Zabeth threw the switch and the two stone slabs slid down to reveal a pair of passages out of the cavern. He stopped and watched the mechanism at work, impressed and surprised at something so complicated in such a place. Kae and Three started discussing the geology of finding the exit, and he smiled to himself, glad to have a creature who actually lived underground with them. He stepped into the alcove and started searching.<br/><br/>A minute later, he emerged triumphantly, carrying a pile of leather clothing, a short sword, a short bow and a quiver of arrows. "We're in luck!" he said, grinning, as he set the leather down on the cavern floor near the fire. "Some more armour for whoever needs it, and a sword and bow. Perfect." He ran his fingers over the sword blade, testing its sharpness, then examined the bow for quality.<br/><br/>"Cael found food in that alcove," she told Three, pointing to Lower 7. "I say we get a meal prepared, then investigate these passages." He pursed his lips as he looked between the two exits. "Both of them, I think. There are enough of us to explore two safely, and we'll just get in each other's way if we all take the same passage." He grinned at the kobold. "We aren't all as talented underground as you. Usually being tall works in my favour."<br/><br/>He made sure there was room near the fire for Zabeth, beckoning for her to come and warm herself. He stepped back and stripped off his leather harness, so that he could lash the sword's scabbard to its back. His bare back, laced with powerful muscles and no small number of scars and tribal tattoos, gleamed in the firelight as he worked.