Day 4 - Lance Rock Part 2
Bram had the last watch before daybreak, during which he undertook the laborious process of donning his chainmail armor. With that done he spent a time in quiet meditation, mentally studying and cataloguing the many novel experiences of the previous day. He was satisfied that his works were in keeping with the duties of a Glyphscribe, and that his command of Deneir's blessings had improved.
Just as the sun started to peek over the horizon Bram recalled that Mayon had handed him something the previous night. It was a 'cut of the loot' from the chests that the halfling, Dweeble, had wanted him to have. He'd been distracted at that moment, and so had thanked him and tucked it away in a pocket without a second thought. He reached in that pocket to retrieve the small object and held it out on a palm. A pebble? He frowned, adjusted his spectacles and peered closer at it while muttering, "Hmm... igneous origination for certain, coloration suggests basalt with some iron content... Oh, minute crystalline formations! Interesting..." With a slight grin, Bramwell balanced the pebble upon his knee and set to sketching it in his travel journal with accompanying geological observations.
He was still at it by the time the others began to rouse. The group was fortunate that no dangers showed themselves during Bram's watch, because he'd never have seen them coming.