Session 1 9/24/22

It is my time to assist with the rebuilding of this nation. The money is good, and will help me on my quest. I am assigned to Cabin 15 with a handful of other beings. The short one seems like she will be a handful, but the others seem harmless enough.
 
Zelcer is the dwarf in charge of this operation. He quickly assigns us to our first task, inspecting the rail ahead. Easy enough, my purpose is mostly just as a bodyguard - Wabnuc and Rex seem to be the ones who will actually be writing the reports. Zelcer delegates with the best of them and quickly realizes who will be good at what.
 
Towards the end of this task we come across someone who is illegally trapping badgers. I can't stand poachers. I enjoy a good hunt as much as anyone, but young belong with their mothers; it's the natural order of things. Give them a chance to grow. More meat that way. We run into the poacher's dogs, and manage to dispatch one while defending the young badgers before the other dog runs off. Coward. At least dinner will be fresh!
 
While we are having dinner the poacher arrives. A nasty looking orc if ever I saw one. I have a feeling this won't be our last encounter, assuming he keeps pursuing less-than-legal activities.
 
The next day our task is relatively simple, set up some traps for lightning elementals. This will give me a good opportunity to see the landscape surrounding our camp, as well as see how my companions handle themselves. We may need to fight again, and last night's dog hunt left much to be desired from some of them.
 
For our afternoon, Rex volunteers us for foraging duty. Normally I would have people to do this for me, but that life is over. While foraging, Verna and I find some evidvence of fae, and decide to leave a gift for them - I leave some of the berries I foraged and she left some bread. It is important to have forest friends, you never know when they could come in handy. Regarding the bread, I thought I had noticed her eat her ration, but I must have been mistaken. I'll have to be more vigilant to pay attention to the details.
 
Once we are back at camp, there is some commotion regarding a youngling myconoid. It's spring - young belong with their mothers! Why is it here? My crew takes it to the edge of camp while we await it's parents arrival. We attempt to peacefully resolve the return of the child, but Rex is far too panicky regarding non-human life and decides to try to fight, unsuccessfully shooting at them for the most part. He could be a problem. The only thing worse than a soldier who doesn't know when to shoot and when to hold is one with bad aim. Ah I'm not among soldiers anymore...
 
Rex runs away after the adult gets too close, and the rest of us mange to patch up the mushroom from the little bit of damage it suffered. Hopefully relations are now mended - their communication methods could be of great use and I would hate to lose the potential ally.