[The Bronze Wood] Learning to Walk (Closed)

[Sturlin]

Timestamp: 68th of Spring, 510 A.V.

Sturlin's return to his previous stomping grounds involved both a pun-laced amount of stomping and an overlarge number of rest stops. He was still adjusting to the changes he had undergone recently and was not yet fully fit to travel. For every hour he spent walking he spent half that amount of time resting and massaging his legs. It cut down on the efficiency of his travel quite a bit.

He estimated that it would take him another four days to reach his original campsite. Then, if it was still unoccupied, he could place the snares he had created and array the territory with whatever traps he could before the season was over. Regardless of what happened he would be going into Syliras on the first of Summer, and he wished to make a profit doing so.

Both Francis and Mister Pickles were restless. They were used to a far more fit traveling companion, one whom would keep them moving at a brisk pace. This constant stopping had made them both nervous and uncomfortable. Mr. Pickles showed this by lavishing affection upon his master, while Francis' discomfort manifested itself in skittishness and the urge to move more quickly.