It has been a long day. Your feet ache, your back aches, everything aches. All day have you traversed across the Northwest, seeing sights that caught your eye or  chasing stories of buried treasure hidden in a chest under some rock in an obscure location. 

As night begins to fall, you find yourself in the unfortunate situation of having to camp by the side of the road. Not the most ideal, but it would be equally unsafe to press on in the moonlight. There are many unsavoury characters out in the dark, let alone the dangerous arrow heads that will gladly make a meal out of you if given the chance.

Still, you set up a small campfire and cooking spit, using some runestones that you had purchased from a salesgro at the last town you had visited. Soon you have a roaring fire and a small cooking pot filled with a very simple stew. The wind wafts the smell in your direction, you smile as you chew on some cured rattle jerky , looking forward to tucking into a hearty meal.