Sarda, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 27th day of Fall, Hillsprung Encampment
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The morning started the same way that it did yesterday. The thick cold fog enveloped the camp covering the tents in a white opaque blanket. While the rest of the camp struggled with the numbing cold and blinding fog, the beastman had already started his day way before the sun rose.
Using the knowledge he learned during his time with his sleuth, he was able to hunt some wild game. He caught an uphill pheasant who unknowingly came to close the trap he set near a small pond at the eastern foot hill.
He also caught three unsuspecting stinging hares while passing by their burrow a few steps away from the pond. He gutted the carcasses out and disposed of their entrails the way he had always been taught before bringing it back to the camp.
