"Dribble, Argal," Todd says with a look to each, "I suppose you two will be keeping watch. I advise you to switch off, although I would guess, from your intellect," with a glance at Dribble, "that you had already thought of that. Good night...I think."

With that, Todd pulls his bedroll out of his pack and curls up to go to sleep.

((Go. Have eight hours of time without me. I'll be keeping track of when I wake up.))