[color=662d91][i]"Right. I'm off to bed. Wake me up if I'm on fire or Chuckles starts eating my stuff. Or if we're under attack. That too."[/i] [/color] Ysran dragged himself over to the fire, much like that of his shambler. There really wasn't a bed of any kind, but he'd slept through worse. If rocks were soft enough to sleep on, the dry earth beneath him would only be an improvement. Setting his head onto his pack and lying down. He closed his eyes. With any luck, sleep would come soon. His mind began to wander. How would he get home? He lived in a city, there weren't any forests around. He must of wandered pretty far. Oh well. He always managed to get home somehow. But what about Chuckles? He wondered what he was doing. He'll be fine. Probably. He wouldn't hurt anybody unless he was told to. Ysran slowly felt his senses dim. Sweet sleep was at last approaching.

(For the rest of the night, I will be playing as Chuckles, the Shambler. Don't worry, he doesn't bite!)