Olaf grunts and rubs his hands over his eyes and stretches, "Thanks a lot, old friend." he whispers with more than a hint of sarcasm in his voice.waysoftheearth wrote:The night passes.
Sometime shortly before dawn, Mondes tosses one dried pellet of sheep dung after another at Olaf's head until he awakes with a start.
"Oi!" mutters the unsavoury Halfling. "I thought you looked too comfortable," he says with a smirk.
Olaf will move to a position where he can watch the door to the barn and keep watch. While he waits he will use clean hay to idly scrub on himself, his armor and his sword getting them as clean as he can without serious effort.He then begins tossing pellets at Highbough...
The dawn is chilly, but the barn is reasonably warm. The animals are beginning to stir, while the rest of the company snooze on in the hayloft.
Olaf thinks there might be some sounds of activity coming from Pillock's farmhouse.
What now?
He doesn't distrust the Pilocks, but he doesn't trust them either.