New Companions
Rahg awoke to a throbbing head. He recalled having many dreams the previous night, none of them good, at least none that he remembered. The worries of this voyage to the Paaren weighed heavily on his mind.
He saw Camissa helping the Mordi prepare food for breaking fast. The aromas tempted him with promises of good food even though the cook pots were devoid of meat. He discerned from the conversations last night that Pathfinders abstained from meat, a concept he couldn't imagine.
A smile crossed Rahg's face as he saw Tobias sitting by a fire with his pan of biscuits, jabbering away at several Mordi.
Probably telling them what a good cook he is, thought Rahg. At least I'll have the biscuits, in case the Mordi food isn't good.
The food turned out to be more agreeable than
