Fenris
Adventurer
While listening,Randlay shifts his weight just a little bit and his armour finally settles on to him the way he finds most comfortable. "As much as I might like my own skin," he notes, clearing his voice and speaking up "the real issue here is not for us juiced up folks, but our squishier comrades here. Last I checked I still gotta sleep, and we cannot be doing all the patrols ourselves. More sentries are probably gonna get killed before we hit the city, and there is only so much that can be done about that." As gruff as the crusader might be the thought of men under his charge dying like that weighed on him, more than his armour. But this was war; at best, given the nature of the opposition.
"Gorum has blessed me to be his sentinel. I no longer sleep since our, the, exposure. I can stand watch with the other sentries all night. I need but an hour to myself to pay proper homage to Gorum." adds Denir.