[Cimmerian]

Ozracles smirked at the cleansed Carathon, as he finished his meager meal. The big, bald barbarian growled at what he saw. Grabbing the young man by the back of his head, he snarled. “You’re a pretty one, aren’t you? Mayhap were you a lass, your virtue would be at stake here.” With a disgusted scowl, Ozracles flung the terrified boy backward, almost causing him to fall back into the mud again. Walking away, he turned to look back and muttered, “Thorondruin may be trusting you too soon, but be wary, I shall be watching you.”

As the others peacefully slept, the wild-eyed brigand flopped himself down and began sharpening the edge of his broadsword with a piece of flint and some oil.
His was the first watch.