Being raised in the farmland, Thane was always up at the crack of dawn. It was as if his body knew what time it was and would not allow him any more sleep. He yawned and stretched and got off the ground. He had no need of a tent because he was comfortable in nature. He looked around at all the tents his travel companions had and felt pity for them.
Most were not use to the outside or camping and he could only imagine how it felt for them to wake up on the cold, hard ground in the middle of nowhere. He resigned himself to the thought that they would eventually get use to it as their journey progressed. It would toughen a lot of them up. And besides, they would have far greater things to worry about than sleep on the ground the further they traveled.
It had stopped raining some time ago but the smell of the rain and grass always energized him. Kal's barrier did its job in keeping the campsite dry but other than that, nature still had its way. The sun was shining brightly over the horizon behind the campsite and there was the usual early morning chill wisping through camp.
Dusting himself off as he got up, Thane walked over to the meat over the now extinguished and shook his head. His party really had no clue about camping. He was surprised that they were not accosted by wild beast for leaving the meat exposed like this.
He took a hunting knife out of his satchel and started to slice what was left of the meat before realizing he needed to store it somehow. The only thing of use he had in his satchel was the paper he used to chart their travels. "This will have to do," he said to himself.
He carved the remaining meat and wrapped its as best he could with the paper. Considering the paper was intended for writing on, he felt like he did a decent job. He would normally place the meat somewhere cold with some ice but seeing as he had neither, he decided to use magick.
Thane didn't study too many forms of magicks other than his own. He didn't really see the point to do that. He was use to physically doing things. He never wanted to learn how to float a book across a room or hover in the air. And he never did.
The magicks he learned in addition to the ones he was born with were simple in such a way that all he had to do was utter a word or phrase and a effect of that very nature would happen. However, getting the magicks to work the way he intended was a different story. At least when he first started practicing with them. It is referred to as force-of-will magicks and it takes someone of great willpower to even use the magicks.
It took several years for Thane to get it right but now, something as simple as, "Seal and preserve" was all Thane needed to say for the paper to become enchanted and properly store the meat without the need to chill it.
The others were still asleep when he cleaned the campsite. The refuse was buried and the campfire area was tidied. As the sun crept higher in the sky, Thane decided that he would get in some practice with his bow and then wash up in a river that was just behind some trees not far from camp. He'd be back before everyone got ready to move on.