by Hrafn Alaric on November 21st, 2010, 8:33 am
Hrafn yawned as Mant entered. -"Well, you'll be sleeping there.", Hrafn said as he pointed to his right, a small area in which the area had been lowered. -"You oughta be able to fit a bedroll there and your personal belongings." Hrafn paused with his twinkling eyes and smiled; -" 'night night." he said as he crawled into his comfy little cot. "Come Peeloh!" he called and from the shelf a small clay-figure emerged. He was old, about 25 give or take. He crawled next to his companion in his cot and the two were sound asleep.