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<blockquote data-quote="taitzu52" data-source="post: 2420458" data-attributes="member: 21465">As always, Sonrik rises before the &quot;dawn&quot;.&nbsp; He washes his face and hands, and once again, puts his heavy armor on over his broad, if still underdeveloped shoulders.&nbsp; Almost like a young farmhand forced to rise early to tend to his flock, Sonrik collects his gear and sneaks out of the room the group has shared.&nbsp; With a nod to Sel (if his is awake), he slinks down the stairs.&nbsp; The elf has surely noted the young paladin's schedule by now.Despite the stink and drudgery of the town, Sonrik has decided to take his morning prayers on the dock.&nbsp; He sets his pack and shield down in front of him, and kneels, sheathed sword resting in both hands.&nbsp; He prays to The Twins, Evradar and Omadon, to help the goodly folk of Enber in these dark times.&nbsp; He prays them watch over this group, especially those who find little peace.&nbsp; He prays for the men of Neefe, for they know little of what ill they do.&nbsp; And finally he puts a small thought in for his mother, far, far away.&nbsp; He kneels quietly, breathing evenly to summon the strength to continue to hold the sword before him, and contemplates the nature of the Twins until the sixth bell rings.He comes back into the tavern, pack in hand, and places it underneath the table near the front.&nbsp; &quot;I hope everyone is well rested.&quot; says the young man as he scoots his chair up to break the fast.&nbsp; &quot;Hey Rak.&nbsp; Did you go upstairs, er...alone last night?&quot; he says, teasing his companion, whether guilty or no.&nbsp; He closes his eyes for a moment before eating, and with knife in hand, stops a second, looks around, and as always says, &quot;Has anyone seen Gemble?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="taitzu52, post: 2420458, member: 21465"] As always, Sonrik rises before the "dawn". He washes his face and hands, and once again, puts his heavy armor on over his broad, if still underdeveloped shoulders. Almost like a young farmhand forced to rise early to tend to his flock, Sonrik collects his gear and sneaks out of the room the group has shared. With a nod to Sel (if his is awake), he slinks down the stairs. The elf has surely noted the young paladin's schedule by now. Despite the stink and drudgery of the town, Sonrik has decided to take his morning prayers on the dock. He sets his pack and shield down in front of him, and kneels, sheathed sword resting in both hands. He prays to The Twins, Evradar and Omadon, to help the goodly folk of Enber in these dark times. He prays them watch over this group, especially those who find little peace. He prays for the men of Neefe, for they know little of what ill they do. And finally he puts a small thought in for his mother, far, far away. He kneels quietly, breathing evenly to summon the strength to continue to hold the sword before him, and contemplates the nature of the Twins until the sixth bell rings. He comes back into the tavern, pack in hand, and places it underneath the table near the front. [color=Teal]"I hope everyone is well rested."[/color] says the young man as he scoots his chair up to break the fast. [color=Teal]"Hey Rak. Did you go upstairs, er...alone last night?"[/color] he says, teasing his companion, whether guilty or no. He closes his eyes for a moment before eating, and with knife in hand, stops a second, looks around, and as always says, [color=Teal]"Has anyone seen Gemble?"[/color] [/QUOTE]

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