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Mar'Cal, and his men guarded the wall. Mar'Cal himself stared out into the trees deep in thought. The woman from earlier still tormented his thoughts. The only reasons, he could come up with, for dropping the heads, would have been to intimidate, or provoke him. Also the woman seemed to have known about him, a rare feat this far south. She didn't appear to be a Canorssian, so was she from the lands they'd raid? To know so much about him including the yeti, she must have read up on him. Whatever had motivated her Mar'Cal doubted it meant anything good for him.
A few of the men had found some chairs so that they could sit while keeping an eye out on their watch, made possible as the walls were made for a dwarf fort after all. The crew would switch shifts every few hours, switching sitting in chairs for lying against stone. The crew may have looked like they were bored, and as though they were just lazing about, but they all did keep a careful eye out when their turns came around. This did not stop Juliano Smithson from complaining part way through his shift however.
"This is the most tedious, and uninteresting thing I've ever done!"
Vallen chuckled, and leaned over to whisper to Mar'Cal, "That is what I said after doing his mum last night."
Mar'Cal also had a good chuckle before yelling out to everyone who could hear, "Funny, that is exactly what I said after doing your mother last night."
The whole crew of men burst out into uproarious laughter. That is besides Vallen who sat in his spot, mouth agape. Mar'Cal had just stolen his joke. He finally after a bit was able to utter a weak, and hurt, "Bro..."
Mar'Cal looked over, at hearing such a sad 'bro', "Oh! Bro! No! I am sorry, I had just thought that joke was too good to keep between us. You know I'd never hurt a bro on purpose. Next time I will make sure they know it was you doing his mother last night! No matter what they might think, I know that you are the one who was smart and clever enough to come up with that joke. Now come here let's hug it out."
And so the two men embraced on top of that wall, the sunsetting just behind them, some birds carrying messages back to Molthal flying around them, somewhere to the side a trumpeter played a light tune. Vallen became very aware of the warmth coming from Mar'Cal's exposed chest. After a moment he pushed Mar'Cal away, and gave him a slightly embarrassed nod, Mar'Cal returned with a nod of his own, and with that the relations of bro-hood had been restored.
A few of the men had found some chairs so that they could sit while keeping an eye out on their watch, made possible as the walls were made for a dwarf fort after all. The crew would switch shifts every few hours, switching sitting in chairs for lying against stone. The crew may have looked like they were bored, and as though they were just lazing about, but they all did keep a careful eye out when their turns came around. This did not stop Juliano Smithson from complaining part way through his shift however.
"This is the most tedious, and uninteresting thing I've ever done!"
Vallen chuckled, and leaned over to whisper to Mar'Cal, "That is what I said after doing his mum last night."
Mar'Cal also had a good chuckle before yelling out to everyone who could hear, "Funny, that is exactly what I said after doing your mother last night."
The whole crew of men burst out into uproarious laughter. That is besides Vallen who sat in his spot, mouth agape. Mar'Cal had just stolen his joke. He finally after a bit was able to utter a weak, and hurt, "Bro..."
Mar'Cal looked over, at hearing such a sad 'bro', "Oh! Bro! No! I am sorry, I had just thought that joke was too good to keep between us. You know I'd never hurt a bro on purpose. Next time I will make sure they know it was you doing his mother last night! No matter what they might think, I know that you are the one who was smart and clever enough to come up with that joke. Now come here let's hug it out."
And so the two men embraced on top of that wall, the sunsetting just behind them, some birds carrying messages back to Molthal flying around them, somewhere to the side a trumpeter played a light tune. Vallen became very aware of the warmth coming from Mar'Cal's exposed chest. After a moment he pushed Mar'Cal away, and gave him a slightly embarrassed nod, Mar'Cal returned with a nod of his own, and with that the relations of bro-hood had been restored.