Lifting himself up onto his feet Martin took a step towards the campfire, clearing his throat with an almighty bellow as he did. [color=00aeef]"Alright you pack of maggots!"[/color] He called out, making sure the whole Company, or at least those of the Company who hadn't snuck off to the brothels and taverns in the city, could hear. [color=00aeef]"I for one think it's about damn time we all got some rest. I want to be up bright and early in the morning, with packs stuffed and wagons loaded by dawn."[/color]

As he spoke Martin emptied out his pipe, tossing the ashes into the fire as he tapped the bottom of the barrel. [color=00aeef]"It's a good two days cross country to where the Inquisition recorded the Deep Roads entrance, and the maps Varric provided should give us a nice clear route from there once we get underground. There's been reports of bandits in these hills, as well as rogue Mages and a few Venatori still clinging on by their fingernails, so I want you all well rested."[/color]

Turning round in a full circle, looking each member of the party in the eye for a moment Martin made sure they all knew what was meant by the next statement, probably the most important thing he'd said since they'd disembarked from the [i]Siren[/i]. [color=00aeef]"And if there's any problem, any trouble whatsoever, make damn well sure the world is ending before even thinking of waking me up!"[/color] With that the old soldier stomped over to the shade he'd set his sleeping roll up in and lay himself down. Moments later the deep, sonorous rumbling of the old man's snoring began to echo over the camp, letting everyone know the party was done for the night.