Character: Bromann Dudemiester 
Status: Cursing the suns existence

After his little patrol of the walls the night before bromann, one made bearable by the hotrock andrea had given him, bromann would return to the barracks late. The demeanor of the troops and a bit of gossip had given him more insight as to their situation, and frankly he had begun to regret the decision to come here. A dread that was creeping into his resolve and revealing cracks he hadnt even known were there. After a few minutes however his physical exhaustion overpowered his dread and he managed to drift into a mercifully deep sleep. Wether he dreamed or not he had no recollection of.
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By the time the sun crept in through the window and fell upon him, The entire rest of the barracks had seemingly risen and he would rise to a sitting position groggily glaring at the window as if the sunlight owed him money and was giving some excuse as to why it couldn’t pay. Shifting unsteadily to his feet he would fumble around for the coat he had lain beside the brazier to warm it. Yet because he wasnt paying attention he would lay his hand on the hot metal and with a sizzle would junp with a start letting out a stream of curses as he snatched his hand back and cradled it in his chest. Now being fully awake he would snatch up his cloak and wrap it around his shoulders. 

Returning to a sitting position on the bed, now a good deal less groggy he would snatch his bow up and reaching into the boot beside his bed draw a rag and a lump of beeswax. Roughly digging into the lump with the rag he would wax his bowstring and check each arrow methodically, taking care not to look up from his work as he was mildly embarrassed at having been so clumsy already. However eventually he had gotten his boots on, straightened his armor and had no more pre checks to run through. Thus he lifted his eyes finally ready to address the remaining allies, only to find only rachel and The noble Thorne remained, apparently Axol & Andrea had already left the fortress and went about their business. Approaching the nearest one he found himself at Rachel’s cot he would nudge her calf with the end of his bow. “[color=007236]Hey, i think we aughta go find that captain, perhaps the others have already figured out what we are supposed to do. Cant be thought of as the slackers, pretty sure Axol would use that as ammunition to try and get a better percentage of our share of the pay[/color].” He would say only half joking, slapping his trademark grin on his face he would hold out a hand to help her to her feet if she would take it. “[color=007236]Everyone has a part to play[/color].” He would say, as if he had some insight to her internal struggle, while in reality he was oblivious.