Boddynock
First Post
Elyan's eyelids flutter then still as the sound of Karl's rising brings him to wakefulness. He sits up, stands, goes through a complicated series of stretches and neck rolls, and finally tips his head from one side to the other, listening.
Rogue opens an eye, watching this regular routine, then closes it again, preferring to remain at rest as long as possible. It's only when Elyan searches through his pack for a piece of meat that the dog sits up, watching attentively.
"Here you are, lad. Just a mouthful. More later in the day."
"Ready?" says the bard in response to Karl's question. "Yes, as soon as I have a bath." He pats his pockets, then says, "Now where did I put that soap?"
"I swear, the first chance I get, I'm going to soak for an hour."
"Ah, well," he grins, fishing out some waybread and breaking off a piece, "let's get going."
Rogue opens an eye, watching this regular routine, then closes it again, preferring to remain at rest as long as possible. It's only when Elyan searches through his pack for a piece of meat that the dog sits up, watching attentively.
"Here you are, lad. Just a mouthful. More later in the day."
"Ready?" says the bard in response to Karl's question. "Yes, as soon as I have a bath." He pats his pockets, then says, "Now where did I put that soap?"
"I swear, the first chance I get, I'm going to soak for an hour."
"Ah, well," he grins, fishing out some waybread and breaking off a piece, "let's get going."