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

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The man was on the floor beside his bed; his head was bowed, and his face was covered on the side towards the other women. He lifted his head slowly, and the man stood as he nodded when the cook came in. There was not much to him, which saved him a lot of time, and thankfully, prayer time came as dawn came. He looked over at the buns on the table and slowly shuffled his things back around him. A long sword and a wooden round shield hung off his belt. He slid his cloaks over them each and let himself become the block of mountain man that he was. He also moved a bow through a small hanging leather piece, letting it rest there as it sat partway on his leg and another part on his back. 

He looked at a small pack, likely full of food and such, and lifted it over his shoulder as he let it hang on his back. Torsten looked towards Faline and nodded softly, [color=1a7b30]"I am ready; I assume our changeling friend will be as well... She will be a good scout. She is one closer to nature and can be much smaller than us.." [/color]


The man slowly approached the table as he looked down at the bun. With one hand, he lifted one to look at it with finer detail, smelling it, squeezing it, and finally taking a small bite. Then he ate slowly, making sure to eat it slowly. Moving back towards the bed he was in and the door, he would finish his bun quickly, efficiently, and with little thought to anything taste. 
 
[color=1a7b30]"Enjoy your food, for we will likely not have as much in the near future, I have a few pots and pans to cook and toolsets for preparation, but it may not be as good."[/color]