Lerrok turned and headed off towards his camp. "Follow me then, it's not far." He pushed towards a thick section of brush, and within two or three minutes of walking led the other man to a large dip in the ground- about ten yards wide and twenty across, with the slope down being about seven feet tall. Within it was the camp- just a simple fire pit and bedroll. "Here we are- the wind isn't half as bad down here."
Lerrok stirred at the fading embers in the pit until the fire began to blaze back to life. Oddly enough, there was already a pot hung above it, filled with water, meat, and a small assortment of whatever else Lerrok had thought to throw in at the time. "I was making some stew when I heard something over there," he said, gesturing towards the direction they'd just come from. "Don't know what, but I figured it might have been our mysterious cave-dwelling friend. Thought I'd have a look." Once everything was once again to the poacher's satisfaction, he sat down.
"The name is Lerrok, by the way. What brings you out here?"