Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170617000931/@comment-5583506-20170619202941

Catryn wrapped herself up in her cloak, resting her weary head against a tree. Still she found it hard to sleep due what she had just seen earlier the same day.

Tyrus had been blessed to miss the bloody events and managed to fall into a deep sleep fairly quick, though not without keeping his daggers close by.

Torbjorn slumbered in a sitting position on a stone, his hands resting on the shaft of his greataxe with its head stuck deep into the ground. Even though today's events were something out of the ordinary it hadn't been any worse than what he had encountered when he was younger. As of now he remained in a passive mode, somewhere between a state of awareness and sleep.

Shanks however didn't sleep, yet he always seemed to be on alert. Sometimes Catryn wondered if he ever truly needed sleep, seeing as he had been without it several times before in the past, yet never showed any signs of weariness or lack of fatigue.