Hraefn saw that three of his companions had left for the Ministrel. Merriweather had disappeared, off about his own business, no doubt. Neither could he speak for ranger Etna’s intentions. More comfortable in less civilised company, Hraefn headed back to where they had left their horses and wagons and entourage, fully intent on spending the night on his wagon instead, nestled within in the form of an owl.
As was his usual practice, he set aside a small store of his healing berries, before meditating to rest, recover and recharge for the next day.
OOC:
Casting 2x Goodberry just to stock up for tomorrow. They’ll stay fresh for a while more. :)
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