The fox walks up to the fish, smelling it cautiously and staring at you. The fox grabs the bit of fish and dashes off into the bushes.

I follow it, making sure not to get too close.

I get out and pick up my tent

The trek to the stables was rather uneventful, but you did notice a river within sight of the stables. You take note of that, figuring it would be quite useful. The stables itself are as expected. They appear to be newly built and have pastures large enough to fit the same amount of horses as there are stalls, 10. The hay you ordered has been placed accordingly, as has the bedding and tools. The only thing that stands out to you is the the empty tackroom - well, that and the empty stalls.

The fox squishes itself back into the wall even more, looking more terrified than hostile.

You follow it until it slinks back into it's den, probably putting the fish away for safekeeping.

You lift your tent to see what's under it. Turns out the bump was just a rock, but now that you're staring at the ground, you notice that the hoofprints the horses left behind seem to be going north.

Sure enough, the ducks lead you to a pleasant little pond.

(Don't mind me, I'm just switching to third-person.)

Arissa looks around the pond with a smile on her face, she takes off her footwear and dips her feet into the cool water. She watches the ducks as they float away, adoring the fluffy little ducklings.

She continued on her way. She looked for anything on the ground that could be of use.

I wonder if something is under the rock then look at the hoof prints I turn up the rock

You touch the middle of the mound and some sand falls away to reveal the bones of an old traveller.

Velos looked shocked then looked around for any supplies that may have been saved.