
"It looks like our gnome friend has already fallen asleep?" Aerendyl observes when arriving at the barn. If so I will take his watch too, since four hours of meditation will be enough for me. Edited: Milesprower on 4th Dec, 2015 - 4:16am
Gradard starts snoring and talking in his sleep "The doo....No!....1...2...6....I don't th..." He tosses and turns a bit through his sleep. [If nothing happens in the night] Since noone wakes him for his watch he wakes up the next morning alarmed that somthing had happened to his companions since he wasnt woken for his watch and the sun had already risen! He sits up quickly and looks around only to see Aerendyl is awake on watch. The time must be around 5:30 am. "Why was I not awoken for my watch?" Gradard asks Aerendyl. Edited: DanielRetief on 4th Dec, 2015 - 7:40pm
Skreed spends his watch pacing idly between points of ingress into the barn and keeping an ear out for anything unusual... Footsteps, voices, the song of the crickets being interrupted...
The lingering smell of livestock is familiar to the goliath and conjurs memories of the caravan that carried him away from his boyhood home to where he spent most of his life... His old life as a servant and instrument of fear.
He could scarcely recall the faces he'd left in his village, or the other young ones who'd been taken with him. Some nights he would wake with a start as if he'd just heard the last words his weeping mother whispered to him as he was taken. "Be good, my son. Do as they ask..."
He wondered if she could have imagined in that moment what he would have to do to stay in their good graces. How he would be made to unlearn the ways of his people and adopt the strange and brutal customs of his new lord. How he would have to endure abuse and neglect for long years, only to be elevated to a position of relative respectability once he became old enough to weild an axe (Or perhaps large enough to give those who beat him a moment of pause).
Skreed checks in on his slumbering companions. Were these men (Or the tiny magic user) any better than those he had lived among for so long? Or those who might be tracking him to these strange southern lands even now? Could these ones be counted on if another of their ilk came for him? Only time would tell, he knew. Only time...
[If there's no disturbance in the night]
"You appeared to be asleep before we decided to set up a watch, good fellow!" says Aerendyl to Gradard. "It is no trouble for me since I usually only meditate for four hours anyway."
"I am Aerendyl, I am a friend of Cadmus" he says, "Pleased to meet you."
The night passes just as the day did peacefully, save for a Rooster crowing at the predawn. Before most of you have roused many of the villagers have left for their fields for the days work. The place feels very deserted, despite still seeing the odd person around. (The old, and children too young to work in the fields.)
The air feels very clean, with dew heavy on the grass, cooling your feet to discomfort. The vast shadow of the hill covers much of the hamlet keeping the place from warming up till later in the day.
Alexi rouses from another fitful slumber, wipes the sleep from his eye, stretches and then starts gathering up his gear. He eats a little bit of his rations, drinks some water from his water skin then asks Brennic and Skreed if they care to spar/practice a little before the day truly begins. After sparring (Or practicing alone if they choose not to) he runs his whetstone along his sword to maintain its edge.
Going to the doorway of the barn Alexi surveys the village, though this time he is not actively looking for a threat, rather he pauses to take in the serenity of the scene and tries to appreciate the rare moment of peace. Unfortunately, in his minds eye he cannot simply see the village in its current, peaceful state, he sees it as similar villages have been in his life; on fire with streams of blood flowing through the dirt pathways that separate the huts and buildings. The thought fills him with a strange mixture of a dull sorrow and apathy...or is it hopelessness; an understanding that the images cannot be erased from his mind, or that his deeds cannot be undone no matter how hard he tries?
"Arun mentioned the hills" he says finally after taking a deep breath of country air "Perhaps that is where we search to find this item that our patron seeks? We will need to move quickly if we want to get back in time to meet up with Brennic's young lady friend."
Brennic wakes late, roused by the rest of the band. He will spar and exercise with the others.
"Is it not a great day! This is a most fair country. We should check out those hills for anything that might spoil it."
Brennic is very ready to go. This is a peaceful place and it would be best if it were kept that way.
On the way into the hills he will keep a sharp lookout for signs of goblins, tracks, campfires, snares and discarded tools. Although perhaps it would be better if Skreed or Rhodavar did this.
Skreed has some difficulty falling asleep after his watch but lays quietly as to avoid disrupting any of the others in the group.
As dawn begins to lighten the horizon he rises and as a display of gratitude will offer to assist with any chores the owner of the barn may need (Chopping firewood, feeding livestock, shovelling, etc) until such time as the others are ready to depart or have devised a plan of action.