[Cimmerian]

Ooc – Your right, Sol. That is indeed what ails Oz. Great character development opportunity, don’t you agree. Hey, what’s Kettle doing playing Livia and Himel, get off and make your own character, will you?

Ozracles glanced over the huddled forms of Thorondruim, Himelilek and the bound and gagged Livia as they slept. He smirked, rubbing his grizzled chin. That young fool must have been scared out of his wits to hide in some tree, he mused. Putting his sword back into its scabbard, he leaned back on the tree he was sitting against and stretched out his heavily booted legs. The night would soon give way to day; it was time to wake Thorondruin for the next watch. The huge, bald barbarian casually tossed a fist-sized rock at the snoring brigand’s midriff. Thorondruin woke up with a grunt, and groaned as he looked around blearily.

“Your turn at the watch, fruitlips!” Ozracles grinned and closed his eyes at Thorondruin’s knife and daggers glare.