[center][h3]Skarsat[/h3][/center] Skarsat stayed in the room for a little longer and in spite of the fact that his eating speed was on the fast side of things already. There simply was no excuse for leaving any of the food provided behind unconsumed and that was not simply because he was used to food being sparse in the Tork homeland, but because it actually tasted so good. The same could not be said for the wine though, so he really had to resist the temptation to dump it onto the floor, thereby saving any potential successors from having to drink it. Later on, he found himself in his assigned quaters. A small stool had been positioned at one end of his bed and a pillow put down on top of it. A quite makeshift extension to accomodate his size, but it was sufficient and not uncomfortable. To his surprise, Nora had neither ordered him to stay awake for the night nor given any instructions about waking the others in the morning. That was a bit of a dilemma situation: On one hand he was happy about the extra time he could spend sleeping, on the other hand he'd really have liked to roar a certain subset of people out of their beds early in the morning. As he had laid down with the window open in order to allow some of the fresh rain air to come in, Skarsat thought about what additional supplies he might need. The most important item: More arrows. Very large arrows. And maybe some cheap pieces of cloth that could serve as a makeshift bandage. Expecting not to be injured on this kind of endeavour was foolish at best, lethal at worst. Some rope would be good, too. Maybe the others thought that he'd rather tear the wall down instead of scaling it, but in fact even he was able to move vertically. Slowly, Skarsat fell into an uneasy sleep. He felt a little more worried about the people than the actual task, but there still was plenty of opportunity left for anyone to prove him wrong.