As they proceeded deeper into the forest, Arngrim grew more tense than before. Despite his bravado about working alone, he'd never before gone this far into the great forest. This place was not just wilderness, it was overwhelmingly so. Still, he did not change his routine. Every morning he'd check the signs for how the weather would fare for the day. When he was confidant it would be safe to travel, he'd slip away, leaving his mule tied to the train of pack animals, in order to scout ahead along the path they'd be taking. While he was out he'd do a little foraging, knowing the expedition would thank him for it when they finally ran out of rations.<br/><br/>At night he'd sleep a couple hours during the darkest hours of the night when his eyes were the least useful, and than join whoever else was on watch during the rest of the night. The shortage of sleep never seemed to bother the halfling, but still, he usually kept to himself during these watches.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Stealth: 44 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=54532)  Perception: 29 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=54533)  Survival: 31 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=54534)</div></div>