Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160127045825/@comment-6006054-20160128234146

Taervik had his smaller personal fire set up in the lonely room he was using. The almost companions were talking with each other in  what he thought of as "the common room". He sat in his bedding, hunched under his shelter. He had erected the tent out of habit, and noted that if the roof leaked he would remain dry. He listened absent mindedly to their conversations, their voices underscored by rythmic scrape of his whetstone. He had been trained to maintain his weapons nightly, and such training served him well.