11-24-2016, 01:27 PM
"Fine," Ambrose said, though his voice was sleep-fogged. He'd woken up only a bit ago, aching in places and yet wanting to sleep yet more. The mercenary shook his head, adjusting himself on his horse and blinking away the bleariness of his eyes. He adjusted his sword and armor, as they'd started to get itchy. He yawned, reaching for the sky and stretching out his legs. What he wouldn't give for a bed.
Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.