[center][h3][color=ff9900]Týfurkh[/color][/h3][/center]

In hindsight, Týfurkh wasn't so sure about that dagger having been poisoned. The strange effects on his consciousness and general capability of thinking and sensing probably could be accounted to the unexpected and yet severe loss of blood as well. Whatever it had been -- he had survived it. That was what counted for him at the moment, even though every thought about his most recent performance stung rather intensively. He internally deemed it flat-out insufficient. Yes, he had successfully disposed of one of the cultists, but the other one had nearly managed to kill him. Given the odds that obviously were stacked against them he'd have to do better than that.

Sitting next to the fire that Chres' had lit, the long haired man considered his options for the evening. Not stuff like which room to sleep in -- those poor fellas who'd have to share the tiny space with his monstrous self would likely complain about it anywhere anyway --, but more things like how they could improve their defenses. Had they run out of crystal jade candles for the moment or whatever that thing had been precisely ? Would these run out of effectiveness in the future ? Only the poorest of enemies lacked the ability to adapt...

Týfurkh wasn't so sure however if the general mood was right to raise such topics at this point. They all were dead tired or even more or less wounded, including himself. He had patched the stab wound with cloth and alcohol the best he could, but it still hurt when doing the wrong movements. Too bad that even one of those mysterious vibrating, [i]purring[/i] crytals wouldn't help against this, even if he had one. So, for the moment, he'd have to do with providing his body everything needed in order to fix things itself.

Much to his shame however Týfurkh's improvised eating manners soon proved to be a relatively far cry from Karina's very orderly ones. The way he picked up any piece accidentally breaking away from his bread and rolling down the slope of his armor only to put it into his mouth one could very well think that he was worried much more about wasting anything than about getting dirty or [i]eating[/i] dirt. With his mouth not having been completely emptied yet he started to speak up: [color=ff9900]"I'm wondering if we should put up guards for the night, just in case they find out where we are. I'd volunteer for the job..."[/color]