Bass stood in the center of the rogue camp, addressing the group of rogues who had gathered around him. The mood was tense, and it was clear that everyone was worried about the dwindling food supplies.
"We're running low on food," Bass said, his voice loud and clear. "And we need to do something about it."
There were murmurs of agreement from the group.
"We could try to scavenge for food," one rogue suggested.
"Or we could go into town and steal from the humans," another added.
Bass shook his head. "Those are risky options. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves."
There was a pause, as the group looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
"I'll hunt for food," Bass said suddenly, his eyes locking on the group.
The other rogues looked at him in surprise. Bass was new to the ca
