Vanell-
I snuck back through the foliage to the Westerners camp. The cook was roasting a wild boar over a campfire with a glaze waiting nearby, it was the perfect target. I edged around the camp, getting as close as I could to the glaze without leaving cover. The commander of the troup came over to the cook and tasted the glaze. He gave the cook a thumbs up and walked back to his tent smacking his fingers. Then I made my move.
Using all my stelthiness, I snuck over to the glaze and skweezed the berries out over it. When all the berries had been drained of thier jiece, I gave the mixture a few stirs and snuck back into the woods. Noone had seen me, as the only possible person who could have was the cook, and he didn't have eyes in the back of his head.
