No Trip Is Perfect|Ronduin

[sparepart11]

He kind of cringes, this lack of individuality will be the death of him. He has lived off rations for years, it doesn't bother him. If it doesn't get to her, well, they will be at a city soon and they could eat better there. No need to make a fool of himself failing to hunt.

"all right, well, I want you to know we are going to set out at sunrise tomorrow. So get yourself ready for weather much like today. I'll watch as late as I can."

He doesn't know precisely what to do in a situation where nobody is going to watch all through the night. Perhaps leave the packs outside, so if thieves come they will see there really is nothing to steal and if animals come they won't have to sneak into a tent to get to the food.

[Kender Bard]

Alexandria stirred from her glassy gaze, and a sense of sharp clarity came back to her. It was as though she'd awakened, a little, and signified the end of whatever tormented fit she'd been caught in the throes in. At least, for a little while.

"Do you want me to stay awake tonight too?" she offered, rubbing at her eyes. "I've seen what you do, and it seems you just... watch, correct? It can't be hard."

[sparepart11]

He doesn't know how good an idea that is, if she wanders off he will be in deep trouble the next morning. However, chances are if she throws another fit she is more likely to hide in her tent. At least, he hopes that would be her first choice. The worst thing that could happen is he oversleeps and since there is no real time limit that isn't the worst that could happen.

"I hope it is that boring, but yeah, for the most part you just watch our stuff. If something bad happens, or something dangerous comes you wake me up and we can deal with it, all right? Otherwise rest however you would like and I will wake you when it is your turn."

[Kender Bard]

"All right," Alexandria agreed.

Out of her fit, she didn't seem bothered by the snow, which had stopped falling anyway. She stuck her head out and stared at it all for a moment before retreating back inside of her tent. "What do you do for fun?" she asked suddenly.

[sparepart11]

Izzy turned his head at the sound of her voice, he missed seeing her poke her head out of her tent though. He figured getting her out might be hard in general, but she did volunteer to watch so perhaps she is grasping the gravity of the situation.

"Well, I must say I'm rather boring, I don't hunt or write music or anything exciting like that. On good days I like to sit in a boat, whistle a bit and catch fish. On days when I can't go outside I like to whittle."

Nothing he ever worked on turned out so good, he does have a little wood pipe that he takes on fishing trips though. He wishes he had packed it for watch tonight. Then again every ounce he didn't have to carry is a blessing.

"How about you? I'd hate to hear that you always keep the gears of your head turnin'. Worryin' so much isn't healthy ya know?"

[Kender Bard]

She stared at him in a bit of confusion. "I'm always thinking," she said. "I don't know what I do a lot of the time. Sometimes, I'll wake up and I'll eat breakfast. Then it's like I sleep without sleeping. The next thing I know, it's night. I like to work though. I don't like to be idle. When I think about it, I sew, knit, wash, that sort of thing."

Once she'd tried to curl up and read a book but something about it made her intensely sad. Apparently she'd thrown the book in a fireplace, though she didn't remember doing so. Even thinking about it, she grew a little teary. "I don't like to read anymore."

[sparepart11]

"Well, I suppose you are fine with me then. I've never been... big on books anyway."

In fact, he hasn't ever really paged through one in his life. The reason he likes going to Acoia is because the priests shout the doctrine at you. In the military his orders were always verbal so he didn't really have to worry about it. He worried enough about this that he kind of overlooked how off Alexandra's entire sense of time was.

"Well, Ah don't quite know what you can do around camp, but feel free to tackle anythin' you see. 'specially look after the tents, don't want them rippin' in this weather. When we get to town we can look at getting some decent food things. Then you can cook when we are in camp if you like."

He wished he knew how to handle the poor girl better. Trying to be too nice might only make the problem worse for all he knew. The trip to Sensatia won't be long now however, perhaps when her mind is fixed she can tell him properly how wrong he was this entire time.

[Kender Bard]

"The priests didn't like me near fire," Alexandria commented idly. "I haven't cooked since a hundred years ago." Her words were a bit apologetic but she also didn't seem to care that much. She began to busy herself running her fingers over the fabric of the tent methodically. Then stopped, abruptly, and lay down. "Wake me when it is my turn," she instructed, eyes closing.

[sparepart11]

He nodded, not answering verbally to her request. He then set about making preparations, which was quite difficult as only one man. In the military there would be a group of three to four who could watch the whole camp at once.

He searched around for a tree or rock he could lean against so his back would be covered. It was a little further away from the fire, but nothing he couldn't handle. He planted a spear in the ground next to him and kept a javelin across his lap.

To pass his time he tried to get a decent chunk of wood out of the tree he was leaning on and work at it with his pocket knife, scanning the camp every couple moment to make sure nothing is amiss.