"Packed an ready as always."
After having his question answered Kaavel gets ready his pack for the mission than asks Darkbiter and Grusk "Do either of you know much about the jungle?"
"Ho this one thinks I be some jungle beast, tha jungle o tha city is my area o experiences."
"I've never been into the deep jungles. They tell tales though. Of cats the size of wolves, diseases that can rot a man from the inside through, tribesmen with poisoned arrows that can hide in a bush no bigger than your hand, and in the deepest parts are things no man has seen. Places entirely untouched by civilized life." Cort's expression is one of nervous fatalism. "At least traps we can handle, that'd be Grusk's area of expertise." He looks disgusted for a moment, "If the Corporal doesn't accidentally stumble into one that is," Cort packs up his gear quickly, strapping on his blade and saying a morning prayer to Shelyn. "And so we go."
"Jungle is dangerous for those who are unaware of it's dangers, but no more dangerous than cities. If you know your way about, and know what places to avoid, and what threats justify fleeing, 'tis as safe a place as any."
Blaze sighs "Great, more stinking, clinging jungle. I hate the damn jungle. Give me a nice, open dessert. Or maybe the Taldan countryside" He says the last with a bit of an evil laugh.He grabs up his gear, and scimitar. "May the Dawnflower one day burn away all these godsforsaken jungles"
"Bah, a desert just has the same damn heat with only dry air." Cort struggled his way through some waist high ferns. "And damned sand instead of mud." He looked down at his blue boots. Ruined... maybe sand isn't so bad. He was frying inside the brightly colored armor to Shelyn. I swear if I didn't need the Rose's help getting my swordsmanship back into the art it was meant to be I would toss this damn armor into the muck and not look back.
"Plenty o wood, we ken cut pikes an set round tha perimeter, maybe ave some porters tote-em fer us....were this a dungeon err a city would be trapped fer sure, we ought tah be tha ones doin tha trappin."
"Anyone know bout trees an such>"
"I do not know much about trees but should we not worry about things that can get in by flying or some other such way? Also did anyone see a stream or a river?"
"First we stop tha ground forces then we stop tha air, then last we set ourselves upon rock cause o tha burrowin trouble..."
"Oh than there is an order to setting up camp against attack.Grusk how long have you been with the squad? "
"Don cry tah me when yer lookin up an get smothered by a charger o a pouncer!"
Doc sets down his almost comically overladen pack, pops his neck and wipes his face. "Reminds me o' the engine hold on a steamer. nothin' but hot an' wet."
Disconnecting one of the small bags from the main pack he busies himself running lines low to the ground about 50 feet outside the camp and rigging bells along them.
"Tha is tha man I need tah be learnin from!"
Turns abruptly and approaches Drannigan....
Eases out his great axe...
"Needs someone tah watch yer back while yer werkin?"
Takes in the skill of the man.....
"Very nice."
"If we can get the porters to aid us is setting up defenses, than getting some pikes we can take with us as a quick defense that we can put on the inside of a shallow trench would be a good idea. I can help in getting the pikes if someone else wants to start work on a quick and dirty trench that can double as latrine around the camp. As for watch, I will take midnight watch tonight, and either Doc or Grusk can alternate nights with me in the future."