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*seeing McEwans reaction Claude lets out the breath he was holding and sighes with relief*

*The little old man listens to Claude's answer and appears to grow a bit confused.*

"You want eggs for breakfast? Hmm... lemme see if I have some around here..."

*The old man wanders around distracted lifting up tops to jars and peering down barrels.*

*Claude smiles as the man begins his search*

I thank you for the offer but I fear breakfast is still many hours off. It would be nice however to have a good homecooked meal after so many days of travel, but I think we have other matters to deal with before hand.

We will be glad to share our supplies for your help in aiding us on our journey, but I must ask... is this way traveled often? We haven't seen anyone in many a day. Also, what can you tell us of this Frostfell? I'm afraid of arriving there and finding the stories we've been told are nothing more than fanciful tales.

Let us sit and talk and perhaps in a few hours we can work on that breakfast.

"Yes, yes! You're right. It's the middle of the night after all... time for bed..."

*The little old man walks over to a door which has previously been unopened and opens it to reveal a large room with at least a dozen bunks. The size of the room is alarming and the amenities better than might be expected.*

"Here you go! Sleep, sleep, it's time for bed. G'night!"

*The man walks over to a hanger, grabs his nightcap off and plops it over his head then dives back into bed snuggling under the covers.*

With that McEwan pulls himself up, finishes his drink and heads to the nearest bunk, placeing the goblet on the table as he passes.

"I'll be a'takin' the lower bunk on the right. Iffin' ya be a snorer, dunna take the bunk above me...

He grins to his companions

"...I dunna want the competition"

Pealing off his armor he stretches out on the bunk and closes his eyes

walks over and looks at kels head

McEwan squints his eyes open a minute

"Donmayo, leave Kel's head alone. It's still empty, and I dunna think ya can do naught fer the dot."

*Claude looks at the bunks with open appreciation, walking over to one, climbing to the top he stops on his way by Kels. Putting a hand on his shoulder he whispers to him, looks him in the eye then continues on his way. As soon as he settles in, rolling a rustling for a few seconds to get comfortable... he dozes off.*

*Kels stands there looking confused, but when the insult is spoken he looks kinda mad*

"I am so sorry little dwarf did you say something."
"So i am not good with damn riddles that is no reason to insult me, becouse you don't even know me."
"I am very well skilled in other things."

*Kels trys to keep his cool*

"What dot?!"

*Kels never receives an answer as everyone falls quickly to sleep, experiencing a warm, comfortable bed after three weeks of traveling.*

((See Chapter 3))