[ Fjord is a hundred percent certain that tomorrow will go well, that he's covered all his bases when it comes to emergencies, and can relax. That doesn't stop him from shivering in a huge wad of blankets all night and even accepting an arm of Caduceus draped around his middle when the firbolg stirs. He wakes up with his alarm and spends a moment dozing before remembering, like a kid at yule: today's the day.
He grooms his hair into a leather-thonged ponytail and squirms into his outfits, munching on biscuits to help fill up in case breakfast doesn't go well (it's happened before). Once his boots are on he fixes his cloak into place and unzips the tent to step out into the dewy morning air, breaths escaping in a cloud.
... He's adorable. ]
Morning, stranger.
[ Whispering just loudly enough to be heard — not many people are up yet — he moves closer to the tiefling putting on a whirling dervish display, clearly stoked for the game. ]
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He grooms his hair into a leather-thonged ponytail and squirms into his outfits, munching on biscuits to help fill up in case breakfast doesn't go well (it's happened before). Once his boots are on he fixes his cloak into place and unzips the tent to step out into the dewy morning air, breaths escaping in a cloud.
... He's adorable. ]
Morning, stranger.
[ Whispering just loudly enough to be heard — not many people are up yet — he moves closer to the tiefling putting on a whirling dervish display, clearly stoked for the game. ]