Tarrin turns a little to address the gnome beside him. But he keeps watching the hunters with a bemused expression.

"I don't actually know, I've never hunted Bison myself. My father's inn ran more along the lines of beef. However, I imagine that in order to get all the meat off an animal that size, and then cure that meat, because there's very little chance that we would eat it all before it went off, and then cure the hide, cause those things can get SMELLY. . . Well all told, it could take a long time. But perhaps they forgot to buy rations before we left? I don't know."
Tarrin is a handsome young man with a charming smile.