"I can come prepared to make food," he nods. "Fuel's a bit outside my reach, unfortunately. And starlight - I don't understand it very well, yet, but I'll see if I can come up with something. I can do a general protective boon, at least. How much of a concern is it, here?"

"Oh, I thought you were asking more generally, not for what to support us with tomorrow. Hunger and cold are the biggest problems facing our poor, you know."

"Starlight is much less severe on solid land," Abernathy says. "Though horrible things happening to you can still exacerbate it. The best cure to starlight is time spent resting and recuperating somewhere safe and comfortable. Protective boons would still be welcome, of course."

Raafi nods along with the explanation. "It sounds like we want Owl's Wisdom; it improves the senses and gives a sense of security, stability-in-oneself, that's useful for shrugging off upsetting situations. That one doesn't last so long but I can come prepared to cast it when we find something. Are we bringing any of the crew?" he asks Abernathy. "I'll need to know how many castings to prepare."

"I'll ask for one volunteer, so perhaps one and perhaps none. I don't want to drag them into my hobby on what's supposed to be a shore leave."

"I can cover us all with one, then, that's easy enough."

Abernathy muses, "I find myself quite curious what this spell feels like. Many things that supposedly improve intelligence turn out to be placebo effects, as far as I've seen."

"Are you two any good at moving quietly?" Mr. Remington asks. "We're into hunting for the sport, ourselves. The skill of tracking and a perfect shot. Though we try to make sure anything we down doesn't go to waste. A heater lizard, if we find one, can go down to a single shot in an eye or a forelimb joint. That's the ideal from my perspective - one shot one kill, and three of us not even putting our fingers on the trigger."

"I'm only passable at moving quietly on foot; I might want to fly, instead. I'll have to see how my magic budget works out for that."

"It's not a particular skill of mine," Abernathy frowns.

"Don't fret too much." Mrs. Remington says. "We're hardly an elite commando team on a dangerous mission, here. We'll go first and that will be fine."

Raafi nods. "I can also teleport us a moderate distance a handful of times, if that turns out to be useful."

"Could save a life. Would it be helpful if we get lost? Compasses can be unreliable out here."

"That takes a more powerful spell, but I never go anywhere without that one if I can help it. Lets me take myself and five passengers to anywhere I've already been."

"Useful."

They chat about hunting and guns for a while. Apparently the Remingtons are from the rich part of London. Eventually they make plans to meet at eight the next morning for the hunt. Abernathy heads back to the engine to check something and the Remingtons go off to their cabin.

Raafi takes the time to poke around a bit rather than heading right back; he'll stay in view of the buildings unless something catches his eye, but he's not too worried about getting lost.

There's some cabins and general tourist services. There's a small logging encampment, apparently restricting themselves to certain kinds of wood and mostly dead trees. There's a clinic, and several buildings full of academics, and a path down to a watchtower where a bearded man is looking out over the jungle through binoculars.

Raafi takes note of the clinic, to perhaps offer spells at before bed, and the academic buildings, to look into if he finds himself with a spare hour or two, but ultimately makes his way to the watchtower, where he pauses at the bottom to examine how it's put together before casting a flight spell and making his way up, following the ladder.

It's a square tower with sturdy logs and cross-beams, and a platform at the top with furniture and refreshments. The bearded man up there turns to look at him as he comes up.

"Afternoon, sir. What brings you here?"

"Oh, just curiosity." He rises through the hatch in the floor, not particularly disguising the fact that he's flying. "Are you keeping watch for something, or just enjoying the view?"

"I'm an ornithologist. There's a particular bird I'm hoping to see, but I haven't found her yet. Likely never will. She's probably a myth." He shrugs.

"Ah. What kind? I can keep an eye out."

"The story goes that this bird pecks at the foot of the Mountain of Eternity- The Mother of Mountains, in the Neath. Hardly anyone believes me, but that's alright. The heavens contain many improbable things. It'll be golden, fiery. I'll know it when I see it."

"You really do never know. I'll keep an eye out." He floats over to the railing to get a better look at the view.

It's a pretty good view. The tower seems calculatedly placed to have a nice overlook over the local landscape, with jungle falling away on three and a half sides for a long unobstructed view.

Very pretty.

"I'm surprised to see the tower here, everyone's so nervous about the starlight."

"Well. You will notice that I'm alone up here. And... I am at home watching nature."

"Huh, I suppose that could help. -sorry, I know that might sound strange. I'm new here, it's a bit of a story. The view is lovely, anyway."