The moons reared their heads in the horizon, signaling that it was prime time to set up camp before nightfall, you set the tents as Kaél, an argonian bard you found wandering the streets of solitude who offered to be your companion while he searched for clues on a certain alchemist he wanted to find and capture, started the fire, set up the cooking pot and began roasted the animal meat he had hunted today with some salt he stored on his pouch. "Not the best hour to cook, but at worst only a few wolves will come after the smell, you can handle a few wolves on your own right?" He asked with a slight chuckle, not expecting an answer, you were no animal, but if you were you would definetely be attracted to the smell coming from the pot. Both of you sat on your tents waiting for dinner to be finished, the winds whistling through the trees with more intensity as the moon rose higher. "Our hero, our hero Claims a warr... warriors clan I tell you, i- mphf tell you The... i should just stick to the flute for now” Kaél cleared his throat a bit after his failed attempt at singing.