[He was asleep? The last thing he remembers is orcish statues. An enormous one, the strange elvaan that fought with him, that reminded him so of his father. And Zogbog. Where in all hells was --
He looks up, and his eyes widen.]
Rahal! Is he here too?!
[He looks around. Futile, he knows. But if there was any chance.. Yes, he's struggling to get to his feet.]
A knight cannot rest on his laurels while a task remains unto him. My erstwhile teacher taught me that--
[And yes, all four foot nothing of him is staggering- a gauntleted hand rising to his head. He's that exhausted, he can barely stand.]
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Date: 2011-06-10 12:31 am (UTC)He looks up, and his eyes widen.]
Rahal!
Is he here too?!
[He looks around. Futile, he knows. But if there was any chance..
Yes, he's struggling to get to his feet.]
A knight cannot rest on his laurels while a task remains unto him. My erstwhile teacher taught me that--
[And yes, all four foot nothing of him is staggering- a gauntleted hand rising to his head. He's that exhausted, he can barely stand.]