Vis heard the call for food, and staggered to his feet, Khat got up to try and help him but he gestured for her to stay down. He shambled over, exhausted from his on and off sleep and slightly tripping on rocks and roots as he staggered over to the small group. Once among them, he slipped off his pack and opened it up, reveling the stale loaves in the bag. he darted his hand in and broke off a pice for breakfast, "I had inithially boughth enough for our original group, but I'd be glad to share with the new comers form my bread," He broke off a piece from his loaf and presented it to the new comer, the one who had foretold of his turing daughter and in a sharp hiss, he whispered to hm, throwing his voice into the man's ear so only he could here, "You bether noth thake her money, that is her hath and if you do, I'll thake it back and then some." He thrust the bread into the man's hand and staggered off, even more exhausted then before, he returned to Khat and collapsed by her side.

"Did you get me any?"

"You thtill have the chunk from yestherday, finish thath."