Posts from Ritnaran Lekras (Heroist) Auto-translated

– Umm, was it necessary? – Lasar asked. – I mean, we can go back; it’s not far.

-Hmm... - the wizard pondered. -Interesting situation... But how will we find this place again? Never mind, let me see... - Rithnaran took out a map and roughly determined their location. The island was barely visible, but that was already a good sign.
-So, we need to go there. - And the wizard went first to the place where, presumably, their landing site and supplies were located. -If it hasn't been eaten yet. - he thought to himself with horror. -We'll take the supplies, the rest of the things, return here, get comfortable, and sleep.

They reached their raft and saw the eagle selflessly filling its stomach and crop.

I knew it! ;)

-AAA!!! - the mage ran straight towards the eagle, fending it off with gusts of wind as he went.

The eagle was in the water again, but this time its cry was one of satisfaction. Extremely satisfied.

-Well, that's just great, - the wizard said, disappointed. - I guess we got too excited about successfully reaching the island.
The wizard examined the remaining items from the raft, picking up the inedible ones as he went, hoping to find at least something edible.

Nothing terrible happened: at least half of the supplies remain.

-Well, that's great. - The mage gathered as many items as he could; he asked his companions to gather the rest. Then, he started moving in the direction where the lodging was located.
The darkness was growing: Rithnaran was afraid that it would soon become completely dark. All that remained was to hope for clear weather and two bright moons.

They successfully reached their destination under the cover of night.

Rithnaran didn't dare to build any structures, like the ones he and Lasar had constructed after the shipwreck, but instead gathered a few dry leaves and lay down on them. In fact, he began to collect everything relatively soft and dry so as not to sleep on the cold ground and not freeze at night.

With the old man's help, they gathered enough dry grass and leaves that didn't seem poisonous. They were teeming with spiders, but there was nothing they could do about it.

- Ugh! I hate spiders... - the wizard muttered, but he didn't try to use magic: the leaves and grass would immediately scatter all over the clearing.
After somehow clearing his resting place of the eight-legged creatures, the wizard sat down and began to take out the remaining provisions from his bags and backpacks, evenly distributing portions among his friends.

“These snails smell awful!” Lasar grumbled. The old man ate in silence.

-Yes, you're right, - Ritnaran agreed. -I wouldn't want to get poisoned and die. And this old man has a stronger stomach than we do.
Ritnaran began searching through the remaining supplies, looking for meat.

He found some meat. In the meantime, the old man had eaten his fill and lay down to sleep.