[Red Right Hand] Across the Tracks

Riley nodded, taking in the information provided by Bastille and their companions.
This was going to be a difficult task, and they were going to need supplies.

"Ah'rite. I reckon that's all my questions unless you all got some. Or there is anything else we should know?" Riley says, looking to the others before landing on the Knight.

The moth fidget slightly as their mind ran over everything they needed to do and prepare.

"Basic survival kits if you got them: Canteen, blanket, folding spade, folding hatchet, knife, flint & tinder, and snackable preserves. Trail mix and jerky and the like. Comfortable hiking boots are good if you have them. Something to break the wind and rain. Garbage bags will do if you got nothing specialized. Dry wash scentless soap. Nothing with perfumes or strong scents. At least one of us should carry a first aid kit even if we don't know how to use it, it might be enough to solve some problems if it goes that way. If you're carrying enough to need a bag, make it a proper weight distributing backpack; you'll thank me. It should have quick-release buckles and straps. Can't afford to have a bag stop you in your tracks too long if we're trying to move fast to evade something. Bring reasonable materials for your loopholes if you can. Nothing heavy though. We will only be able to move as fast as our slowest person."

Gavin had ran through his regular spiel from his work as a survival hike guide, somewhat adjusted for the increased rigors and perils of the Hedge, of course. Otherwise it came across as rehearsed. He wasn't sure of their collective survival skills, but he had made do with less capable people in the past. All of them, even the least of them had survived and escaped through a part of where they were headed. They brought magic with them too. It should be enough if they were careful. 

"Go grab your kit, meet back here in ... two hours?" Gavin asked tentatively, not knowing the distances people had to travel to get their things. He looked to each of them to make sure it would be enough. Leaving any later would make the first leg of travel a bit more pressed for time. He hated being pressed for time. That meant more leaning on instincts.