Geoffrey sauntered his way into the soldier's quarters, letting out a laugh as Kehah lept into the rafters to settle in for the evening. [color=f26522]"Indeed, I would doubt any of our officers have the wit to expect one of their own hanging from the ceiling!"[/color] Glancing about, Geoffrey eyed a small pile of folded sheets, more than likely set out to accommodate for extra troops. Grabbing at the top-most cloth, which seemed to be of a nicer material than he had expected, Geoffrey raised his free hand up to Kehah, allowing her to help pull him up to the wooden beams.

After he had finished tying the ends of his sheet around the rafters, Geoffrey settled in, unbuckling his blade from his belt and, gingerly, daintily, set it upon the support-beam to rest. Letting out a sigh, Geoffrey glanced about the room, noting the few Confederates who were busily mumbling their inability to sleep. It came as no surprise, really, considering the events that had occurred today, and it only seemed as if sleep would be a rare commodity these next few nights, or however long it would take for this war of ascension to play out. Geoffrey let out another sigh, louder this time, though he had no intention of it grabbing the attention of anyone around him. [color=f26522]"Well, I suppose first watch could go to the one who is more experienced in that art..."[/color] Geoffrey's smile widened as he peered over to the silver-eyed woman in the hammock beside his.

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