"I'll be awake as well," Derrix said stiffly as he leaned a shoulder against Charroux. The man had little to say to the group, half of which he had no idea who they were; well he had their names... but this was not Charlin, and a name only said so much outside of her borders. All Derrix knew was this: wearing plate armor all the time chaffs you up something bad, and that he needed to see this quest finished and concluded.