It had been a good hunt the night before, with plenty of food to last them at least the next couple of days. They had set up camp just before sunset, plunking down the tents and scraping together a fire on the far side of a little hill. They were nearly past the Bannorn now, and only another day or so's travel from the Docks of Lake Calenhad.
Because they had skipped lunch in favor of making camp early most of the party was quite hungry and their general cook, Quintus, was napping off a bottle of booze beside the fire. Not that she was any fine cook at all, a far cry from it, but she knew how to throw food in a pot and cook it till it was edible.
As she approached the food stores Imenry found one of the mages, a man named Noah she believed, standing there staring at them with a most perplexed look upon his face. She wasn't sure what it was he meant to do. Perhaps he was looking for some herbs to make a potion with, or maybe he was looking for something to snack on before dinner.
Her boots scuffed in the grass and dirt as she stepped towards him, looking casual and a bit curious. "Uh... did you need some help?" Maybe if he was looking for something she could point it out to him. Her eyes swept the collection of herbs and spices. Not that she knew what half the things here were herself...