The campsite quickly takes shape and the delicious aroma of roasting meat soon fills the campsite. Daylight slowly lightens the scene as the new day breaks and the bigguns settle down to rest through the day after travelling all the previous night.

Dregz's little bat flaps around a moment longer before settling on his outstretched hand. When Dregz instructs it to fetch berries it flies off in the direction he indicated then returns a few moments later with a tiny twig clutched in its claws.

"Dat water de tree makes?  I tink its a sort of water, but it is green and has a faint magic aura of Transmutation.  Buts I don't knows what it is ..." the brown goblin muses aloud.  "Mays bes its O Baddy's holy water ..."
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Minmorc has learned a new appreciation for oopses, the pork being amongst the best he's ever eaten. When he hears about the tree he's quite impressed. "Ain't never seen a tree dat needs ter pee before. Yer not finkin o drinking dat are yer?"

"Good bat !"  Dregz greets Robber's return with enthusiasm, if puzzlement, accepting the twig and chewing on it speculatively.

"C'd l'k 'n d'r H'ly B'k 'n d'r m'n'n' ?" he suggests to Jurz as convern over just what the green water is hots up.

Moffdust thinks about what Jurz had said then finds she agrees with his guess.

"There's a priesty spell called Bless Water, isn't there? That's how to make the Holy Water, isn't it? I think that's a Transmutation spell and it needs silver to make it work, doesn't it? Holy Water is used for getting rid of ghosties and other undeads. When I was little, whenever I used to say nasty things about my brothers my mother always said she would wash my mouth out with holy water to drive away the evil spirits that she said I was possessed by. So, I'm glad she never really had any holy water!"

In reply to Moffdust (msg # 126):

"I know it smells better then this wine" Oppses says emptying out his dirty wineskin.

 She sat smoking the meat as best she can, while turning her bit of roast. The smell coming from the cooking meat made her mouth water. She listened to what the others were saying, but most of it made no sense to her.
 "Yours smells good."

Nurzhan pulls out two small flasks from his backpack. He pulls the stopper from one and sniffs it suspiciously.

"Tree pee? I don't want none of that! Here take it back," he demands of the gathering of goblins. "Yous can't offload your surplus tree pee on me!"

He dumps the two little flasks on the ground beside the goblins and stalks back to the fire. He empties the load of boar meat he was carrying as well and copies Minmorc's efforts although he takes a bit of a shortcut and uses his own greatsword as a spit for roasting the meat over the fire.

In reply to Nurzhan (msg # 129):

Oopsies stcks his finger in it, waits then puts his finger in his mouth.

Jurz shrugs and is happy to take ownership of any tree pee that isn't wanted any more.

Bulldust wanders over to the goblins after Nurzhan storms off.

"Peas does grows on trees. Little baby trees. I've seen vem, vey's wrapped up in little green blankets, snug as a bug in a rug. Nurzhan is right. Green peas is yucky!"

With that settled he heads back to the fire where Minmorc, Nurzhan, Raven and Grakk are cooking or smoking the boar meat.

"Hey, look at vat boar head. Vem tusks looks a bit bike ve spikes on Wilson. Which one you vink be more easy to catch, a boar head or a Wilson?"

"Hur, Wilson is a gift from der gods, shows der gods is funny bastards, fink I'll pray fer a practice Wilson. So, we gunna kill some bugs or we gunna keep walkin?"

"Sleepz first." the brown goblin says "Den walks again when der sun does down.  De sooner I is back in der Hornwood der better!"

In reply to Jurz (msg # 134):

Not that Oopses could recognize the taste but it was sweet like honeyed mead.

OOC: All food oopses prepares is cleansed when he is cooking. His cooking skills and small magical gifts awarded him a shamanistic position in his old tribe.
Not that he talks about his tribe.

Nurzhan shoulders his bow and backs up to the edge of the trees around their campsite.

"Oo, oo, toss it to me!" he calls to Bulldust.

Dregz is happy to trade his nasty stick for some roast boar, and is particularly approving of Oopses hygenic magics.  "You is der believer," he notes, nodding with satsifaction at the cook, marking him down as someone definitely worthy of Bargrivyek's curatives, should they be required. "Dat is very good !"

The game of 'throw and catch something else' doesn't really appeal to the little goblin priest, who prefers to sit in a quiet corner studying his Holy Book and muttering mysteriously.

 She listened to the others talk about peas and trees and pees and other strange things. She wondered what that was all about as she pecked at the bit of meat she took from the smoky fire. Once she'd finished eating, she took off the smoked meat and put more on to smoke then nestled down to sleep. She tucked her head under her half cape covering her arms and fell asleep, though now and then she looked out to see if anything was happening then tucked her head back.
"Wake me when it's my time to watch."

Bulldust turns at Nurzhan's call. He grins - at least you think that's what he is doing but it is always hard to be sure with a bugbear - and tosses the boar's hear straight at the noisy orc!

"Catch vat one, Nurzhy-Orc!"

Nurzhan barely has time to react as the boar's head comes flying straight at him. But his reactions are superb this time and he catches it cleanly. He grins back at Bulldust.

"Now it's your turn. Go long!" he calls.

Bulldust bares his teeth back at Nurzhan in just the same way the orc boy is doing.

He picks up his shovel and retreats to the other side of the campsite directly across the campfire from where Nurzhan is. Then he raises his shovel in readiness.

"Come on, Nurzhy Orc! Show me what you got!"

Nurzhan grins back at Bulldust again. He draws his arm back and hurls the boar's head as hard as he can, straight at Bulldust's head!
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The throw will go straight over the campfire and anyone who is still there cooking the meat over that fire. That would include Minmorc, Grakk and Oopses, at least.

In reply to Wyrm of Wyrd (msg # 143):

Oopses is glad for the warning so he has time to duck before the missle whistles through the air.

 She squawked as the boar's head flew overhead jumping back and down to avoid whatever it was. Once she saw what it was, she fluffed her feathers out and tried not to show how startled she was. Things flying overhead were not things she was comfortable with!
 "Rak! Watch it ya nutters!"

Grakk ducks then snorts with laughter as he watches the boar head flying at Bulldust.

"That's a fun game! We should make a team and find another team to throw stuff at like that. Hey, maybe that elf has got some friends who would play?"

He points into the forest behind Bulldust.
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