Lithandrill

*Lithandrill get up and rubs some of the sleep out of his eyes. His common sence tells him that he should probably should don his plate mail, but decides against it. He does however strap his sheath with his massive blade across his back. As soon as he finds the rings and reads the note he throws one of the rings in his pack and places the remaining one where the cleric will probably see it.*

"Somehow I have the feeling jewelery doesn't suit me. Well time for breakfast."

*Lithandrill walked towards the mess hall still alf sleeping and feeling yesterdays ale in his head alittle. He greets Earoz as well as the three ladies.*

"Goodmorning Goodman, Goodmorning Ladies, I trust this night's sleep was a little more rejuvinating than mine?"

*He orders a simple break fast and a mug of ale.*