Otto daydreamed as the man droned on about information that he really was not in the mood to hear. Although running was good for him, running have way across town was not fun, not fun at all. Otto had done a lot of running in his life, training was a battle field all in its self, and not to mention what he had to go through on the real battle field. This was not Otto's first expedition outside Iceland, he had scorched the fields of the Norway many times before.

Otto was led into the cabin were many beds were placed. Unfortunately, many of them were taken, but he was able to find one not to far from the Oskar's. The bed was hard, but he could to complain, he had once slept on a tree, and that was an experience he never again wanted to experience. Otto felt bad for the other who would be picked up along the way, some of them may have to sleep on the floor, and the floor was a cold, cold mistresses.
 
"So...were's the food, I'm getting kind of hungry, it's not easy to run half way across town on an empty stomach." he said as he put away the rest of his belongings.