Dragoncrest Cliffs the heart and the hurricane

Eske’s lips are terse as Arlo gives his damage report, noting that this is the third ruined cache that he has come across. She cannot claim that is necessarily surprises her but still she had been holding out hope that they would have had a better outcome. To the best of Eske’s knowledge there are only two more food caches that he has yet to check and she does not hold out too much hope that they would be spared. They would need to be checked to know for sure, of course. “The storm probably just hit the coast, right? Perhaps we could gather a hunting party or two and head further inland, maybe we’ll be lucky and find a herd.” A big ungulate would make something of a difference especially as it would be easy to split into several caches. It is just a suggestion, though, and for while at one time Eske had aimed for the hunter trade that had never came to pass as her focus turned upon earning her tactician speciality and eventually the masteries of the mercenary trade. “Shall we check the last two caches? Perhaps they will have been spared the worst.” She retains some hope but does not exactly hold her breath for it either.