"All things considered..."  A young barechested man in his late twenties said, stepping out of his tent, pausing to stretch.  "magic, monsters, traps, and hopefully treasures.  And thats if we don't die or get captured."  Jonah gave a grin to his fellow travelers, his eyes lasting a moment on the cleric, his head giving a slight nod in acknowledgemeant"  The names Jonah Groves, cleric by trade."<br/><br/>Jonah walked over to the fire pit from the previous night, and takes a slender pipe from a pouch resting on his hip, proceeded to fill the bowl with tabaco, lighting it with a match.  "I suppose we're all in for an interesting time."  He chuckled with a slight grin as wisps of smoke left the pipe.<br/><br/>