Viznak wakes up and starts to thrash around inside the sleeping bag Faeron gave him before leaving. After a short fight he manages to pull himself out of the bag and looks around his hideout. The small den made out of tree branchs is mostly empty. There are boxes of food, cooking supplies, a sleeping bag, an a small bag badly hidden under some leaves.
The light flashes off a silver ring with a blue stone that's on Vznak's right hand. He reaches down and touches the ring remembering Rhadrog giving it to him as payment for saving Faeron.
"I wonder if grumpy face have more shinies," Viznak says to himself. "I get more when he come back."
Viznak pulls the top off one of the food crates and pulls out some of the preserved meat. He takes a bite out of it and sits down by his firepit.
"Green cloak said food was good but me thinks the mean rats are better in stew then tough dry meat."
Viznak puts the top back on the crate and uses a rock to pound it back into place. He walks around his tent pushing more leaves into a corner and sits down. The ring on his hand has some dirt on it. Viznak sees the dirt and takes a dirty cloth and starts to clean the ring while it's still on his finger.