Originally Posted by
Zergrinch
The warlock takes a moment to familiarize himself with the aerial lay of the land, noting the location of the force bubble to the larger landmass which they will invariably head off to.
Unwilling to look at those batlike creatures for any longer, he mentally instructs the Raven to explore the larger island before returning, and breaks off contact.
Fishing out a thin string attached to a stick no longer than a dagger, the warlock mutters a brief arcane phrase as he seemingly puppeteers an imaginary object fastened to the stick by the string.
In ten minutes, a shapeless and semi-translucent blob, vaguely resembling a human, forms at the end of the string and detaches from it.
He mentally orders the unseen servant to gather up dried leaves and maybe something edible, without straying more than sixty feet from him.
Magical rituals finally complete, Zuu Greenbrook leans backwards and closes his eyes. He needs a short rest.