Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-11457306-20140202145755

Olaf had moved on by the time Strogg returned to his table. He ate his food and some of Anwen's when she did not return. Then he had the serving wench wrap up the leftovers and he took it to their room. He thought about going down to check on her but rejected it. Something was going on with Anwen and Torene and he felt the less he knew about it, the better. If there was one thing he had learned in his life, it was that interfering in women's business was the surest way to get oneself killed--or worse. He hoped that Makoru had the sense to recognize that.

He saw to his armor and washed up in the basin, then crawled under the furs. As usual, his beast blood kept him from restful sleep, but he took what he could get.