Arnd and Swaneke work themselves into the watch. Swaneke refuses to let anyone outshine him in this group.
OOC:
We'll call it 2gp for the group for dinner. It's mostly just root vegetables in stock, and a bit of old bread.
The night passes quietly with the only disturbances being a couple of curious foxes looking for an easy meal. When the sun is up, so is Moer. He bids you a good day and plods out to his fields.
"Crop should be ready just before the season's turn. As long as the weather holds it will be a decent yield. Be safe now!"
Once everyone is prepped and ready
OOC:
take your time for that
Swaneke wants everyone on the road asap.
"This is nice and all, but we're supposed to be getting provisions back to the city. Let's head out," he says with a rather pushy tone.
"We can just cut through that bit f wilderness between farms. It can't be far since they're all just of next to each other." He sets off, then turns and waits expectantly.
Arnd slowly follows after him, looking rather unhappy.
"I guess we'd be better off," he says following Swaneke.
"I supposed duty calls, but don't you think that there are going to be ambushes out here? You heard Moer. There are resistance militias around.
"You afraid of a bakers and cobblers?" Swaneke shoots back.
"They aren't soldiers, and we are. C'mon." Arnd looks resigned to hs fate, and waits for the others to catch up.
OOC:
Well, Arden, is this a test of wills to see who is the senior officer of the group?