Traveling is hard on the stomach. When the hunting's good, it's no worse than what I grew up with, but when it's not...ugh. I do not miss Alistair boiling goat stew to make the meat last.
I grew up almost entirely around other elves, except on the rare occasions that humans came into our part of the city. So yes, I know exactly what you mean.
Now to completely throw a shoe from this horse--we need to make a perfect whiskey barrel. Have you any thoughts on how we might do that?