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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Two-Gun Kid" data-source="post: 2080078" data-attributes="member: 28887">Dengar's boots left muddy tracks in his passing, and while he knew that he should polish them soon to keep the leather from ruining, he was simply too tired and hungry at the moment to do so.Looking over at Heirmund, who once more seemed lost in his own world, Dengar wondered how he had let the little gnome convince him to take leave from the militia in order to accompany him while he helped guard Hanover's goods.'The most dangerous enemy we faced was boredom...'However, the trip had not been without its rewards, as Heirmund was more than willing to tell him stories of his grandfather when they stopped each night, and while he had never admitted aloud, it made his current situation easier knowing that the gnome already accepted him for who he was, not what he was.As the innkeeper's wife placed their food on the table, Dengar waited until the others had filled their plates before serving himself. While he had been slowly getting to know the other guards, Dengar still had awkward moments when dealing with the others, and he still sought to find his place among them.Washing down the spiced potatoes with his water, Dengar shrugged his shoulders slightly as he gave the obvious answer to the rooming question."If there is beds, we each take one. If there is not a bed, I shall sleep on my roll, it will be a welcome change to not sleep in mud for a night."</blockquote>