Rolf walked over to the fire, his white woolen cloak still wrapped around his shoulders. He had taken it from his spare clothes and slept with it wrapped around both himself and Forge. He didn't know about anyone else, but he had been quite warm, and he was loath to drop the cloak and embrace the cold.
"Good morning," he answered Cabhan, his voice also a croak, but still cheery. His hands emerged from the cloak, one holding a bottle and the other a paper wrapped package. He set the bottle down and unwrapped the salted meat he'd brought, warming it on the fire like Anara was.
When he started to tear at the meat, he took a drink from the bottle and offered it absently to Cabhan. "Great adventure so far, eh? A far journey and a bit of espionage. When the spymaster awakes, we'll have to send him back, don't you think?"
"Good morning," he answered Cabhan, his voice also a croak, but still cheery. His hands emerged from the cloak, one holding a bottle and the other a paper wrapped package. He set the bottle down and unwrapped the salted meat he'd brought, warming it on the fire like Anara was.
When he started to tear at the meat, he took a drink from the bottle and offered it absently to Cabhan. "Great adventure so far, eh? A far journey and a bit of espionage. When the spymaster awakes, we'll have to send him back, don't you think?"