Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160203231203/@comment-5543592-20160206024737

Scire had ended up slumped over against Hawke throughout the night, his cheek resting against the top of her head.. In the morning, he snapped awake at her side as a result of his head nodding forwards, and he woke with a start. After getting his barings, he prodded Hawke with his hand to inform her he was up.

"We need to get a move on today." He told her, having given it some thought. "I know Talin's had a lot on his mind, but I can't help think that the more time we spend out here the more we let Agatha down."

Crimson grumbled in his sleep, before fluttering his eyes open as he woke up at his spot on the ground, where he'd passed out in a drunken stupor. He'd attempted to coax some fine Bosmer lady into sharing a bedroll with him, because that would've been the generous thing for her to do, but apparently having your village burned down wasn't much of a turn on. He rose to his feet, groaning at the soreness in his muscles from sleeping on the hard ground, and stretched a bit, joints popping. He moved a hand to rub his face and, in his groggy state, ended up whacking his forehead with the empty liquor bottle stuck in his fist.

"Oof..." He grunted as he extracted the bottle from his grip with his other hand, and then moved off to go find the rest of the crew.