[center][h2]Torsten[/h2][/center]

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[color=00a651]"I will sleep on the floor."[/color] he said as he looked towards Amandine, and then back at the others, then back to Amandine, [color=00a651]"Life and death are the same; I cannot take something important from anyone regardless of their god or their hostilities to people. But what you say is true; regardless, we are entering a world unknown to many of us. A likely hostile environment, so we must prepare ourselves. But, many things are resilient Miss Amandine; life itself is at its core. But, I typically fight, heal, and lead warriors in battle. Someone of chaotic discipline who has set ideas, tactics, and rules. This will be a new experience for me, doing things independently without a group of brothers beside me. I have each of you, but if I speak honestly, this is a new field for me. But our task at hand, thankfully seems easy if it was not for the wyrds taint from the object." [/color]

Torsten looked down at what was upon him, and for the most part, he hoped that it would be cooler in climate than their current location, but for armor, he had what he needed: arms, not as much. He wished he had more variety than what he had brought with him, well, what he could salvage and scavenge. But most of that planning and initial thought went away quickly with the sight of something out of the corner of his eye: food. He looked back up and let out a low hum. The dwarven woman was a different sight, but the food was welcomed regardless of what it was. He was relatively still at that moment, just awaiting the moment to begin eating. he looked like he had plenty to eat with whatever he did, but how he looked at the bowl likely showed a different story. That is likely of better quality in ingredients than he has had previously. 

He shook that off momentarily and looked at the paper, [color=00a651]"What does it read? What all do we have for this starting journey?"[/color]