Lorcan quickly looks for more firewood and puts what he finds on the campfire. He cooks the remaining meat from last night, and gets out one of his packets of trail rations to bulk it out.
"I don't belive in fate either, but the will of the gods is not to be ignored. And if we succeed, would that not be a marvel?" Lorcan splits the breakfast into two portions, then continues. "If the lady Ehlonna guides me to war against the undead, who am I to refuse?"