Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140621010528/@comment-12599067-20140627211845

Avaryn, who had stayed awake as a watchman for quite some time, had fallen asleep on the cart and was still grumbling about how early he had been woken when the others began hopping on the carriage. Grabbing his hat-shield and nestling it in his auburn hair, which was vaguely reminiscent of dying flames, he took his netch hook from it's spot next to him and set it across his lap before turning and looking east towards the rising sun. After a few moments of looking out at the sunrise, he turned to his pack and withdrew a wedge of Scuttle, then ate in relative silence as he waited for the others to hop on.