<div class="floatright">(http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb117/hopefox17/Marano1.png)</div>Katul sat down a short but safe distance from the twenty-foot drop, and began going through the contents of his backpack while they waited for the others. The berry cake he had saved from the earlier meal was ruined, but his armour and the rope was still serviceable. The lantern would still function if he opened up all of the compartments and replaced the wick. His bowstring would need to dry thoroughly before he could restring it. All in all, it was a setback, but not a disaster.<br/><br/>He smiled at Rose's question. "Both of my wives are magicians," he told her as he worked. "One fortells the weather, and can bring rain, and scry in pools of water. The other knows domestic charms and simple healing magics, which are not as impressive but just as important. Magic is more the domain of women than men in my tribe - I only know a few weak invocations to the spirits. Wise women hold great status among us, and if they are feared, it is the fear that comes with respect, as I am feared by my men, but not hated."