Aldkal stood, leaning on his spear as is his custom, he had a small ruck sack strapped around his bare shoulders, and his cantene full on his hip.

He nodded with a yawn, "ready as ever."
He doesnt remember ever sleeping, yet he felt rested enough for two of these adventures. Aldkal blamed the excess energy on the relaxed atmosphere of things of late, instead of his usual village burning and human slaughtering. Its quite a jump to go from all out guerrela wars to such simplistic lifstyles.