Otiroth: Hour One
Otiroth and Metea sat shoulder-to-shoulder for much of their watch. It was certainly not possible to simply fall asleep in such company.
Though really, Otiroth wondered if he would be able to sleep at all. He was exhausted, yes, but that was the least of their worries.
As the others stirred, and the next leg of their watch came up, Otiroth would kiss Metea's hand- and then head off to his own bedroll. It was neither the time nor the place. Plus, Carthum was definitely watching.
Otiroth would clean off the ground beneath his bedroll, of course, and lay down. Ugh. The rocks were miserable. It was a shame 'summon goose down mattress' was not a spell he knew.
A moment of thought, and he'd slip the red gemstone underneath his bedroll. The sharp jab of the gemstone wasn't uncomfortable... at all!
A proper hoard! He'd sleep well some day.
Otiroth and Metea sat shoulder-to-shoulder for much of their watch. It was certainly not possible to simply fall asleep in such company.
Though really, Otiroth wondered if he would be able to sleep at all. He was exhausted, yes, but that was the least of their worries.
As the others stirred, and the next leg of their watch came up, Otiroth would kiss Metea's hand- and then head off to his own bedroll. It was neither the time nor the place. Plus, Carthum was definitely watching.
Otiroth would clean off the ground beneath his bedroll, of course, and lay down. Ugh. The rocks were miserable. It was a shame 'summon goose down mattress' was not a spell he knew.
A moment of thought, and he'd slip the red gemstone underneath his bedroll. The sharp jab of the gemstone wasn't uncomfortable... at all!
A proper hoard! He'd sleep well some day.