[OOC: I feel role playing on the trip will open some more character interaction and backstory, I vote for yes on role playing on the way.]

"No I didn't!" Pick said indignantly, "anybody else want to make sure the cat doesn't eat them?" He asked waving a mushroom around, and gingerly moved towards Drysl. 

[OOC: I'd like to rp the traveling.]

Cinnamon licked her chops "why should you care? You'll be dead when it happens." Cinnamon replied.

[OOC I Vote we do the trip aswell]

Cinnamon didn't waiting around for pick's response to her question it was a rhitorical question. She saw the old man walking off into the woods and ran after him "you don't have any pet dogs at your house do you?" She asked

[OOC Ok sounds like most of you want to role play out the trip so we'll do that]
Drysl laughed at Cinnamon's question and replied "no Cinnamon I don't have any dogs, actually I don't have any pets at all. You could be my pet cat if you want." Drysl saw a cluster of Asar Mushrooms growing in a moist spot, he walked over to them and picked them. Then he took a bite from them, he could feel the energizing effect that they had, course through his veins. He carried on towards home shouting over his shoulder "Hurry up you slow pokes! its sad that the very old guy is out pacing you!" and chuckled to himself.

Tea's torch gained an ember, he lifted to up and gently blew on it to increase the flame. The playful comment of Drysl caught his attention. Tea was so concerned about his wound, he didn't realize that some of the group was already leaving.

Tried to jog to catch up but as soon as he to a step on his injured foot, he felt mild pain. "Looks like the glowing mushroom Pick gave me did it's best, but not enough." Tea thought to himself. He continued with a limp, Tea did his best to disguise it, but if you looked at him you could probably tell he was limping.

Tea asked Cinnamon, "So, a talking cat, how does such a thing happen?" He still couldn't wrap his head around this cat, but losing blood doesn't exactly help with thinking.

 Cinnamon smiled a sneaky smile and replied to Tea's question "well… I take a breath and while I breathe out I make a sound from my wind pipes and use my mouth and tounge to form the sound into words!" Cinnamon then looked over at Tea and said "Secrets don't come free you want to know mine then you'll have to pay for them."

"It's the principle." Mumbled Pick as he did his best to descretly look for any places he may have missed. It wasn't the fact that he might be eaten that weirded him out, but what his body would eventually become should he be eaten. He shook his head to clear it of the unsavory thoughts and continued forward at a reasonable pace.

Pick may have been underestimating this old man, but he wasn't upset about it. Better to have a competent guide than a senile old fool. He had a lot to learn about this new group he found himself with. He increased his stride and began doing his best to regain his usual casual and cheerful demeanor; He began talking again.

"So, are these woods usually this dangerous?" He asked Drysl, "hard to believe anyone could actually live here."

Failing to notice Tea's limp, Pick passed him up to get in a place near the front of the procession. 

Cedric found a few Bontruffle Mushrooms on the trip, they were great for making tea.

"Say, do you have teapots and such? I know how to make Bontruffle Tea, they're tasty and have healing properties" Cedric asked Drysl as he grabbed another 3 Bontruffle Mushrooms from a giant mushroom.

Cedric held onto his jacket tightly with one hand and hovered a fireball with the other,

"Is it really this cold at night?" Cedric asked.