Open Chronicles Steamy Stew and Stars

[Nuir]

The view of the night sky was often impeded by the dense tree tops on this journey. This night was the same. Nuir had been traveling in no particular hurry down to Alliria. He had made camp and a small fire. After placing a small pot of stew on to cook he sat by the fire staring up through the branches of the trees.
The scent of the cooking stew softly wafted into the air. The only noises were the far off rustle of leaves, insects buzzing in the night and the crackle of the fire.
Nuir wasn't a fan of how obscured the view was but even he wasn't oblivious enough to try sleeping in an open field.

He was near the south of the Spine and would soon be entering the north of Allir Reach.

 

[Rignid]

Rignid was on the trek from Alliria. He hadn't had any particular plan for where he was going, but decided that he wanted to travel towards the Spine, and this was where he was now. It was the night, and he was looking for a suitable bit of brush to sleep in- he was becoming a connoisseur of natural sleeping solutions at this point.

He leaned against a tree for a second, and winced as he accidentally put pressure on a large graze up his arm.

He kept walking for another half an hour, and was surprised when he stumbled upon a savoury smell coming from a clearing just up the way. He walked towards it, now seeing the glow of a fire. He hoed that he might trade some of his bread for some warm stew; the taste of broth was becoming foreign to him after a few days of crackers and pickled radishes and not much else.

He stepped into the clearing, seeing the figure of the white-haired elf sat by the fire. He cleared his throat so as not to cause alarm, and to make the other aware of his presence.

 

[Nuir]

His ears perked slightly at the sound of an approaching figure. A human emerged from the darkness and brush. Nuir watched the stranger approach with a neutral expression, neither fear nor malice. The human with their golden hair and youthful looks had a scholarly look about them. This eased Nuir's concerns to some extent.
He motioned for the man to gesture that he may join by the fire.

Soon, Nuir will have spent more time among outsiders than those who raised him a notion that was disconcerting but unavoidable. While he often failed to understand the many customs he came across Nuir quite liked meeting new people. Each person presenting a unique opportunity to learn or to practice his craft. So the notion of sharing his camp with a stranger raised no apprehension in him. Perhaps it was the natural sense of charity of a healer or perhaps naivete but Nuir tended to give most folks the benefit of introducing themselves before drawing any strong opinions. Even the more hostile types tended to be if not welcoming then tolerant once they learned he was a healer.

He silently waited, watching intently with his mismatched eyes for the man to approach or speak or both.