[ Yes, there is no denying that the wagon has proven itself useful, particularly when they have to resort to setting up camp for the night. They're too far out from Hayle to have had any hope of making it back there before nightfall, and traveling after dark is not something that's done lightly. Were Thancred by himself, he might have been able to manage that, but a group of three was something else entirely. Especially when Stephen is not used to this sort of journey.
He's learning, though, that much is already proving true. Thancred's taught him the basics when it comes to setting up camp and while Stephen's hands might make some of the defter work more difficult, he has his magick to rely on. That's a question that's been sitting at the back of Thancred's mind for the past week now, yet there hasn't truly been a good time to ask. Those scars are extensive, indicating a severe level of damage that has rendered Stephen's hands troubling to manipulate.
Between Thancred's experience and Stephen's ability to move things around with relative ease using magick, they get camp set up with little trouble — and in record time. By the time that Yennefer returns, the campfire is healthy and the bedrolls have been laid out. The horses are resting and grazing and her little sandpiper has found a low branch to perch on and preen itself. Thancred's also pulled out rations for them to eat at their convenience. He's opted not to hunt tonight, not wanting to disturb anything about the process of setting up the thaumametor.
As Yennefer approaches, Thancred looks up from the fire and nods to her, relieved to hear that there had been no hiccups this time around. ] We're over halfway done, in that case. [ He's not going to rest easy, but he must admit they haven't had too many obstacles thus far.
He takes his gunblade and rests it in his lap, then reaches out to drag his pack toward him. While he hasn't had to make use of the weapon beyond hacking through thick brush, he still wants to give it a proper clean. ]
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He's learning, though, that much is already proving true. Thancred's taught him the basics when it comes to setting up camp and while Stephen's hands might make some of the defter work more difficult, he has his magick to rely on. That's a question that's been sitting at the back of Thancred's mind for the past week now, yet there hasn't truly been a good time to ask. Those scars are extensive, indicating a severe level of damage that has rendered Stephen's hands troubling to manipulate.
Between Thancred's experience and Stephen's ability to move things around with relative ease using magick, they get camp set up with little trouble — and in record time. By the time that Yennefer returns, the campfire is healthy and the bedrolls have been laid out. The horses are resting and grazing and her little sandpiper has found a low branch to perch on and preen itself. Thancred's also pulled out rations for them to eat at their convenience. He's opted not to hunt tonight, not wanting to disturb anything about the process of setting up the thaumametor.
As Yennefer approaches, Thancred looks up from the fire and nods to her, relieved to hear that there had been no hiccups this time around. ] We're over halfway done, in that case. [ He's not going to rest easy, but he must admit they haven't had too many obstacles thus far.
He takes his gunblade and rests it in his lap, then reaches out to drag his pack toward him. While he hasn't had to make use of the weapon beyond hacking through thick brush, he still wants to give it a proper clean. ]