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Taking note of Lauren's silence, he walked past her to the rest of the group and began to set up camp. He didn't have much in the way of camp supplies. A nice sized tent that one person could sleep in comfortably, two people would be somewhat cramped, a thick bedroll that would keep him plenty warm, and tools to set up the tent. He put the tent up quickly and spread out his bedroll, closing the front flap to keep out the cold until he was ready to sleep. He put down his pack and stretched, glad to be able to put the thing down. "Alright, I'll go look for firewood. Try not to get eaten while I'm gone." With that, he walked off to a small group of trees.

He was only about a hundred feet away from the group, but he didn't feel comfortable going any further. That said, he wasn't about to hack away at the trees like last time, for fear of another treant. Two of the trees looked dead, and upon breaking a branch or two without being mauled, he felt comfortable in the knowledge that these weren't treants, and if they were, that they had long since died. As he cut away at the branches, setting up two piles, one for the fire, the other to make arrows, he spoke to the dead tree. "Thanks for this Tree. I'm sorry you died up here, but your wood will make fire to keep me and my friends alive, and for that I thank you." He only felt a little silly talking to a dead tree, but that meant very little to him.