Oirhandir was moved and intrigued by the stone tree. Was it a sculpture? A real tree, once alive, now turned to stone? But why do such a thing to a dead tree? And why cap a remote hill with such a sculpture? Try as he might, the elf just couldn't fathom the odd locale.
"Perhaps we should camp a little below the summit", he suggested. "It wouldn't do to be struck by lightning."
Oirhandir glanced about in search of relatively flat ground, even if only scattered patches that would accommodate a single bedroll apiece were all there were to be found. As soon as he satisfied himself that the party was situated as well as could be, he started setting up camp and preparing the evening meal. He focused on extracting the meat from the crocodile with as little damage to the hide as was possible.
OoC: Edited to add that I'll have sporadic net access until 1/15/05. Ghost Oirhandir if necessary.
"Perhaps we should camp a little below the summit", he suggested. "It wouldn't do to be struck by lightning."
Oirhandir glanced about in search of relatively flat ground, even if only scattered patches that would accommodate a single bedroll apiece were all there were to be found. As soon as he satisfied himself that the party was situated as well as could be, he started setting up camp and preparing the evening meal. He focused on extracting the meat from the crocodile with as little damage to the hide as was possible.
OoC: Edited to add that I'll have sporadic net access until 1/15/05. Ghost Oirhandir if necessary.
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