Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-11457306-20140106043851

Anwen woke, alone in the bedroom--all the other beds were empty. It was still dark. Don't these people ever sleep?  She had a ridge on her cheek from having it pressed up against the axe. She could feel it when she ran her hand across it. She was thirsty. She rose, dug out her mug and went into the main room to get a drink of the extra water she'd boiled. She could hear voices on the...roof?

She shook her head and sat down on the hearth, her back to the fire. Throwing another log on, she jumped as she saw Nahlgaaf sitting in the dark, as was his custom. ''Wonder how long it's been since he slept. The man is inhuman.''

(Must go--good night, everyone.)