Svetlana was awake early in the morning preparing a fine breakfast; with biscuits (butter, honey, blackberry jam, apple butter) bacon, eggs, and gravy.
The men at arms are eating (except the one on watch) as well as the two new helpers.



As the sun rises in the sky the group meets in the yard. You have checked over the horses making sure all of their tack is in good repair. The horses are of a sturdy breed, a calm disposition not easily spooked. The pack mule wouldn't blink an eye at a fireball. Once everyone has organized their packs.

Svetlana' offers you each a gift as you head out.  The thin bread like cakes seem dry but seem like a substantial meal in and of themselves.
She gives each of you 4 meals worth of Wandermeal.


A rough looking brown man with a salt and pepper  beard comes out from the kitchens with what you hope is a glob of gravy still in his bushy facial hair.  He grunts when he sees that you’re about to get underway and he himself rides out right before while you are still talking to Oleg and accepting Svetlana’s gift.

The man on watch reports he saw a shaggy headed and scrawny man come close by this morning.
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While saying goodbye to Oleg, Drezghl asked.  "Who was that man? The bearded one who just rode away?"

Oleg
“Oh that was the trapper Peotior or Peter as he is commonly know.  he brings in pelts that I ship up to civilization; he has been selling to me ever since I set up here; at least a month ago.  He don’t say much.”

To the guard
“Who did you see lurking about?”

Wiping away the last traces of grease on her chin, Octavia gives a nod of respect towards the departing trapper.

"For a man to survive on his own in the wilds of the Stolen Lands is surely a sign of the blessings of Gorum."

She smacks a hand painfully hard onto Drezghl's shoulder.

"Come, for we have many bandits upon which to deliver the full weight of Gorum's blessings to. Let your enemies not withstand your wrath. Gorumskagat, chapter 4, verse 3."
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Tatyana had finished her breakfast after a few hours' rest, and thanked Svetlana heartily. She then made ready to depart by saddling her horse, looping the saddlebags behind the saddle, and made sure the bit & bridle. She was cantering the palomino out into the yard when she overheard the watchman's report.

"Shaggy-headed? Scrawny? How long ago was this? Where did you spot him, and which direction did he leave in?"

Raz looks back between Tatyana, the guard, and Ocatvia.

"Wait wait wait. Hold on. I believe we have a bit of an up-mix. I just saw the guy called Peter leave. Isn't that who everyone is talking about? That guy who was just here that everyone saw leave?"

He had a cartoonish look of confusion about him that made him look like an idiot but as he flailed around the smell of brew on his breath was obvious. It seemed the best way to avoid a hangover was a bit more in the morning.

'"No. There was another.", said Drezghl.