I follow the direction that Veragwen looks and frown when I see the clouds. She was right, we would need to cut this particular trip short, despite his misgivings about it. Most of the smaller game would be heading for their dens now and the larger game would be clumped too close together to be safe hunting. "That sounds like a mighty fine idea, Lady Veragwen. There should be another den near here if we're lucky." Drawing my dagger from it's sheath, I proceed further through the grass at a crouch, listening for the movements of rabbits or other small game. Hearing something move to my left, I whip my dagger through the air and hear a confirming squeal from the impacted animal as my dagger hits home.

Standing up, I retrieve my dagger and string the animal with the other on the rope. As I do this, I look back towards the storm clouds, contemplating what would happen. There was already tension between two or three of the group and the noble because of the noble's preconceptions about the merpeople and their half-ling children. I had heard that anyone with merman or merwoman, gender pending, blood in them were unloved by nobles, but I never understood why. Even after that show in front of the cabin, I didn't know. Maybe it was because of the difference of blood or something.