Brick returned to camp in around 30 minutes. He was carrying a day's worth of firewood made up of fallen tree branches he'd cut down to log size with the borrowed knife or broken up with big rocks, and his sword was slung back over his shoulder from where he had left it in the middle of the river the previous day. It was completely soaked and he'd need to dry it over the fire again to get it properly usable again - or at least usable enough that it wouldn't dent as much from hitting something.
The fallen branches were going to thin out pretty quickly over the winter as long as he didn't own a real axe, but it wasn't totally unsustainable for the time being. He'd get what they needed before it got too bad - and it wouldn't exactly look good for him to go running off after only being there for a day.
More people seemed to be around than before. Perhaps some folks were coming in from scouting around, or everyone was just a really late sleeper compared to the outside world.
He quickly dropped the firewood on the woodpile, stacking it neatly by just letting it fall out of his arms. He then picked up his bag from the medical tent, and spread the leaves he had collected out over a wide, sunny, grassy space a little ways away from the camp to dry for kindling. When he was done with his immediate chores, he wandered around to look for Destin. He still had to hand over his herb stash in his bag as agreed, after all. The boy wasn't in the medical tent anymore, so he figured he'd ask the first person who seemed vaguely alert and wasn't Kianna or Misha.