"Gladly." Merek takes a seat across the fire from Galahad and smiles at his companion. He takes hold of his saddlebag and fishes out the apple he did not eat earlier and bites into it. Building the camp took more from him than he had expected. "I have some few provisions as well, though I admit I was hoping the men of this land would not be cross with me if I were to hunt for game for our supper. Know you if anyone would mind if we were to hunt? I do not wish to cause any anger or hurt by my actions if it can be prevented."