She threw the cloak about her shoulders and eased herself to the ground with just a hint of extra care.
Maybe the old fish did beat her, thought Yorgh. I'll pull his straggly beard for him one of these days!
He cut off a portion of juicy loppa meat for her, and placed Kwint's water-skin and salt between them. Then he went back to peeling the remaining bark from his crude spear.
He caught Vaneen watching him with her hand close to the small knife in her belt. Yorgh snorted.
"Go to sleep!" he said.
I can recall when she'd have needed a spear, Yorgh thought, but I just don't have any spirit tonight.
He rolled himself in his cloak and stretched out. Something dug into his ribs, and he found the metal cylinder under him.
Yorgh held it up before his eyes a moment, and muttered a few obscenities. He could remember nothing but bad luck since the moment he had found it.
A twig snapping in the flames caught his attention. He hefted the metal instrument in his palm, then tossed it into the fire.