Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140105022138

Jack came back upstairs with a bundle of goods, with food, bedrolls, and other assorted supplies on hand. He dumped them onto the nearest table and sorted through the collection, quietly counting the supplies and thinking over what they might need to do in order to plot their next move. He decided to think of what they would do at the present as opposed to what they would do in the future.

"Alright, we've got six extra bedrolls plus the three or four beds that are probably upstairs. We've also got some food, but not very much. This place hasn't been used for... at least seventy years or so, so most of the food has gone bad. But there are some other things, like smoked fish and meats, that have survived for all those years. Still, we could eat better if we go hunting. You up to a little hunting, Daithi?" he asked, turning his attention back to the elf.