The Hike The Iron Bull had packed light for the hike. He usually did. He has his new axe and the armor that Tony had made him. It's not as much as he is used to but it is better than nothing. He's also packed a jacket, a few blankets as well as some food. Having traveled with the Inquisitor he is used to traveling light and knowing what benefits come from that. Besides if they find what they need they would most likely need to be able to carry as much as possible of that back with them. During the actual hike he is typically either at the back or the front of the group, eyes constantly scanning around them, an unease seeping into him whenever they encountered fog. But he doesn't say anything about it, instead focusing on the task at hand, keeping the people in his group safe.
The dig He doesn't help out with the dig straight away. Instead he leaves his bedroll behind and starts out in the woods around the small camp, as he does every evening. He makes careful note of any tracks he finds, both animals he knows and especially any he doesn't. It isn't hard to do after all. He smiles when he locates a small stream not far from where they've made camp. Fresh water is always a win. On the way back, once he feels secure he has done a good search of the area he picks up a handful of wood for the fire.
Back in camp he lets others focus on setting up the camp and making food while he walks over to the dig and picks up a pickaxe, leaving his great axe aside and moves to help with the dig.
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The Iron Bull had packed light for the hike. He usually did. He has his new axe and the armor that Tony had made him. It's not as much as he is used to but it is better than nothing. He's also packed a jacket, a few blankets as well as some food. Having traveled with the Inquisitor he is used to traveling light and knowing what benefits come from that. Besides if they find what they need they would most likely need to be able to carry as much as possible of that back with them. During the actual hike he is typically either at the back or the front of the group, eyes constantly scanning around them, an unease seeping into him whenever they encountered fog. But he doesn't say anything about it, instead focusing on the task at hand, keeping the people in his group safe.
The dig
He doesn't help out with the dig straight away. Instead he leaves his bedroll behind and starts out in the woods around the small camp, as he does every evening. He makes careful note of any tracks he finds, both animals he knows and especially any he doesn't. It isn't hard to do after all. He smiles when he locates a small stream not far from where they've made camp. Fresh water is always a win. On the way back, once he feels secure he has done a good search of the area he picks up a handful of wood for the fire.
Back in camp he lets others focus on setting up the camp and making food while he walks over to the dig and picks up a pickaxe, leaving his great axe aside and moves to help with the dig.