Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140514001728/@comment-11457306-20140628010205

Dania tried to slow down but she was starving. She served herself a second, then a third helping, sopping her bread in it--rough bread, with husks still in it--and washing it down with ale. By the time she was finished she could barely keep her eyes open.

She rose and made sure the stew was far enough away from the hot iron plate so as not to burn, then bid them all farewell and climbed back down into the crew's quarters. Alyssa still slept soundly. Crawling awkwardly into the hammock, nearly spinning herself out of it, she managed to settle herself in. She fell asleep to the rocking of the ship.