The supplies were poor; mostly dried meat a durable root vegetables, and hard bread that she nearly mistook for a rock, at first glance. Still, a stew would make them palatable, at least, and they did have at least one pot that looked clean.<br/><br/>"Like I've been clubbed to the head," the orc replied, with a soft groan. "And it's not as if we have much choice. You softskins would just shoot us on sight."<br/><br/>He watched her warily, clearly trying to understand what she was doing. At her question for directions, he shrugged. "About twelve miles east, though it's probably easier to follow a road."