Alexander sighs heavily, "Very well, Izumi, I will take them. Thank you. " He straps the bracers on his wrists, and casually works through a few sword forms, "They fit well. Again, thank you."
Alexander walks to the water.
Edited: Oinodaemon on 6th Apr, 2013 - 10:21pm
In the morning
It had been a restful sleep despite the dream. Izumi sits on watch with not much else to do but look around the room and think to herself. She ponders how much she's been in the day before compared to the last few years. She smiles wistfully as it reminds her of the days in her youth among an honorable band of men and women.
She spies Haru as he wakes from his sleep only to quietly continue to tinker with the gifted box of the Gods given to her. Curious, she whispers to him questioningly, "Son, what are you trying to get? You've been at that thing quite a while." She notices his lap harp is not with him, she adds, "Hoping for your favorite instrument to play?"
Haru smiles. "Among other things, yes. I've been working on getting some badly needed items for the group." He reaches in to his small sack and pulls out a sun rod and a compass. Handing both to his mother. "Still trying to get a flute though. I don't think it will take much longer hopefully I can trade my way to one before the rest of the group is ready to press on." then looking worried for a moment "Its okay I keep tinkering with it right?"
Alexander waves the party over to where he is.
"The book says we need to go this way, right? I think we should get moving."
"Good morning Alexander." Haru says with a well rested and low voice, watching the man wake and head directly over to take a look at the water assessing where the group will be heading next.
Praos stretch giving a light exhale and grumbled noise as he wakes, slowly gathering his items and sitting up taking a look around at how has working as who is still resting. The puzzled look on his face is coupled with a hand on his head griping and rubbing the temple of his brow in confection as he wipes the sleep of sand from his eyes.
Matt sleeps in a corner of the room motionless and soundly still deep in slumber's grasp.