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They reached the camp, and Hilda made her way directly to the fire, clearing space to lay down the packaged deer and begin its preparation. Here she had more tools that were available in the woods; herbs from her rucksack, knifes, spoons, water for broth, a pot, a scraped-clean and flat stone to serve as impromptu counter. As she began to unwrap the backstraps to begin their preparation, she bowed her head slightly, making her hair sway with the motion. "Menny vere at Amaranthine. Some are here mit us tonight." A brilliant smile for Imenry that faltered only slightly, the edges fading into distant wistfulness as she put her eyes on her work. "Bot der vun I vish most were here, is no. I send a runestone mit him, to giff strengt' und protection - bot I am no my mother. My runes are no as powerfol."