01-28-2015, 05:56 PM
Whatever tension was left in Trich's shoulders was released upon Kerion's pledge of support. "I'm glad to hear it," he said, letting a genuine smile appear on his face for the first time since meeting his new companions. "Again, I feel I ought to restate that I don't know for certain that the militia is even here. But I hope against hope, and that's what keeps me going."
He gazed absentmindedly in the direction of the cave entrance. What time was it, anyways? He'd left for the mountains late in the morning, an hour or so from the last village, and he had to have been trudging up the pass for at least a few hours, meaning it couldn't be too far from dinner time, if he was calculating rightly. But it seemed like much later in the evening due to the weather and the weariness in his bones.
"I'd like to get to know a little more about each of you in time, but if you don't mind me, I'm a little worn out from the day's travels, and I do need to see to this bump on my head. I think I will excuse myself for now. Well met, both of you - I feel quite fortunate to have crossed paths with you here tonight. Perhaps it is a sign of Elimine's favor." He bowed his head at the two travelers and retired to a little nook in the corner of the cave - though the space was so tight in here that it wasn't necessarily that far away from the others. But that was allright, privacy was a luxury Trich could do without.
He dug into his pack and retrieved a thick blanket and a thin, tightly-rolled mat that would provide a trace amount of comfort upon the hard, stone cave floor. Unrolling it, he partially reclined upon it, his back resting on a somewhat smooth segment of rock that sloped out from the wall. He took a few minutes to check his bandages, finding that the bleeding had mostly stopped on his side but was still continuing to flow intermittently from his head. [i]What a stupid gaff, that was! Clumsy me, always tossing myself about like that![i] He poured a little water from his canteen onto a rag and did his best to dab at the wounds before wrapping the bandages back up. He'd be a little sore in the morning, but not too worse for the wear.
Having settled in as comfortably as he could, Trich closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift to his hopes for tomorrow. He was feeling a lot more optimistic now than he had before, mostly due to his chance encounter with Kerion and Elsinore. What a curious turn of events, running into a pair of Etrurian refugees. Maybe it was as he said, a sign from Elimine. He wasn't really one to pray much, but he offered up a quick thanks to the saint and a plea for his wife's protection. After a few more moments spent reminiscing over the day's events, he withdrew a little journal from his pack and began to write, letting the process of recording his inner thoughts bring a calming peace to his spirit.
He gazed absentmindedly in the direction of the cave entrance. What time was it, anyways? He'd left for the mountains late in the morning, an hour or so from the last village, and he had to have been trudging up the pass for at least a few hours, meaning it couldn't be too far from dinner time, if he was calculating rightly. But it seemed like much later in the evening due to the weather and the weariness in his bones.
"I'd like to get to know a little more about each of you in time, but if you don't mind me, I'm a little worn out from the day's travels, and I do need to see to this bump on my head. I think I will excuse myself for now. Well met, both of you - I feel quite fortunate to have crossed paths with you here tonight. Perhaps it is a sign of Elimine's favor." He bowed his head at the two travelers and retired to a little nook in the corner of the cave - though the space was so tight in here that it wasn't necessarily that far away from the others. But that was allright, privacy was a luxury Trich could do without.
He dug into his pack and retrieved a thick blanket and a thin, tightly-rolled mat that would provide a trace amount of comfort upon the hard, stone cave floor. Unrolling it, he partially reclined upon it, his back resting on a somewhat smooth segment of rock that sloped out from the wall. He took a few minutes to check his bandages, finding that the bleeding had mostly stopped on his side but was still continuing to flow intermittently from his head. [i]What a stupid gaff, that was! Clumsy me, always tossing myself about like that![i] He poured a little water from his canteen onto a rag and did his best to dab at the wounds before wrapping the bandages back up. He'd be a little sore in the morning, but not too worse for the wear.
Having settled in as comfortably as he could, Trich closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift to his hopes for tomorrow. He was feeling a lot more optimistic now than he had before, mostly due to his chance encounter with Kerion and Elsinore. What a curious turn of events, running into a pair of Etrurian refugees. Maybe it was as he said, a sign from Elimine. He wasn't really one to pray much, but he offered up a quick thanks to the saint and a plea for his wife's protection. After a few more moments spent reminiscing over the day's events, he withdrew a little journal from his pack and began to write, letting the process of recording his inner thoughts bring a calming peace to his spirit.
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