[ not quite on the trail, but not quite in the camp, either, alfyn stares at the greenery all around them. it reminds him of home, like this - not a single building in sight, birds singing, bugs buzzing, wildlife abound. the spider-infested woods reminded him of home in some ways, too, especially considering the limitless chance of monsters, but...

this is a little different. ]

Alright. [ woof. ] So, if we're gonna be findin' anythin' useful, we can't barrel through the undergrowth, 'cause then we'll wind up crushin' all of it. And we might miss out on there bein' - I don't know, mushrooms that we can eat. Be nice to be able to cook up somethin' for everybody again.

You ever do foragin' before?