"Oh my friend" Freyr chuckled "I think you will have a a few fine tales to tell at the bards college before this is over."
The large Redguard grinned, "Indeed!"
Farth went to bed after eating a meal of assorted foods from his pack, which were non-meat. He had assumed he finished his watch after he came in the tower to eat, and opted to lean against one of the tower's walls and closed his eyes. The bard had opted to not sleep in any of the make-shift beds that the slaughtered bandits had left. It just seemed wrong knowing that you were lying in place of a dead man.
The bard dreamt of the warm fires of the Winking Skeever, the unlimited amount of books that were held in the Bard's College, and his friends who most certainly were missing him back in Solitude.
"Oy! Wake up!"
Farth cringed as he opened his eyes, the bright light catching him by surprise. His muscles were tense from leaning on the wall all night, and he carefully stretched, being sure that each of his long limbs did not hit anything nearby. He watched as Freyr nudged Tacitus awake and also noted that Elsa and Sorex had also stirred upon Freyr's words and was up and about.
Farth grabbed the last of his food from his bag and got out his book, engrossing himself in a few poems. He noticed his companions beginning to get their supplies ready to travel again.
"To Riverwood today?"