Nothing Comes Easy
In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 5):
Awake a little later than the rest.
Stoney, whose armor was neatly strewn all over the floor, starts to gather it. He stripped it off himself in a drunken stupor last night. He thoroughly checks the straps, and material to ensure it wont fail during battle.
On his knees, he grabs his wineskin for a quick drink, then says some prayers. Prayers to multiple gods, and Gods, and deities, none he is so certain at this stage in his life are the real or best one.
After his prayers, he dresses himself, and goes to the bar to refill all of his wineskins, and canteens.
Seeing some of the others.
"Good morning, how did yo all sleep?"