Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140304204632/@comment-12599067-20140309151906

Dralnach, who had fallen asleep only moments after putting his head on the table, woke up to find that a warm wolf's pelt had been placed on his shoulders. He brought his head up groggily and yawned, then looked about to see what was happening. A few others were awake and were already eating, and Dralnach's stomach growled with the idea of eating an actual meal.

Dralnach's vision tunneled when he spotted a sweetcake on a plate just out of his reach. He rose from the table and was about to walk over and take it when he narrowly avoided tripping over Daria, who was curled up at his feet. He frowned and attempted to move past without waking her, to no avail. He contemplated waking her for a moment, then sighed and turned back to the table, pulling a plate of meatrolls a little closer before taking one for himself and chewing thoughtfully.