Neverwinter Forest A Short Rest

He wanted one.  Bleh.  Oh look, Okeanos.  At least the idea of him being around was treated with less ire than when he'd initially appeared on the scene here.  Sure, Mal still wasn't particularly sure what to do with them, but meh.  If he couldn't have his own sister in his pack he was kind of just resigned to do... Whatever.  He was such an entertaining youth, wasn't he?  With such an expression devoid of smiles -- just this sort of this neutral, bland expression that wasn't really particularly telling of whatever was going on inside his thick skull.

Mal shook his head.  He'd resigned himself to the fact that the deer were just taunting them all.  No... Just... he shrugged a shoulder. I 'unno.  Thinking. He looked back at the deer, somewhat resigned, I think we need more people.  But he had no idea where to start.  Or anything like that.  Maybe Mal should be renamed "Wing-It" because that would be plenty appropriate.  Mal was not exactly a natural at this.