<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Day 1</strong></span><br/><br/>Arngrim looked over the motley little crew that had been gathered as they made camp the first day out. He wasn't looking to make any friends, but it bothered him how little he knew about the rest of the party. So the halfling made his way into the middle of the camp, dropping the blighted doe he'd managed to fell while the camp was being set up on the ground and calling out to those around him, "If the servants of the gods would be so kind as purify this beast, we can all have a little chat while it cooks."<br/><br/>His gaze travelled around the camp, taking note of those interested in the proposal, and those he'd have to track down later, "I know some of you know each other already, but the rest of us have only just met. I think it would be... prudent to reintroduce ourselves, and remind everyone of what skills each of us brings to this expedition."<br/><br/>Arngrim waited a few moments to see if anyone else would come over, while the deer was getting prepared. "I'll start things off. I'm hunter Arngrim Watcher from the third division of the city on the peak's musketmen. The device on my back is a Musket, a type of firearm for any of you who haven't seen one before. Don't let its awkward shape fool you, I've downed blightbeasts and demons alike with this weapon. Which leads me to the next point, I've scoured the lands bordering the blight for years as a scout. If I don't want to be seen, I'm not. I'm a skilled tracker trained to navigate difficult and hazardous terrain. My eyes are sharp, so you can trust me to keep watch, and since I don't need a lot of sleep, I'll be doing a lot of that. Last but not least, I've learned not only first aid, but advanced medicine techniques from the City's field medics. I can take some of the burden off the followers of the gods unreliable magics and patch up any particularly severe wounds you might suffer, good as new."