Standing guard

Eirulisse, ever the vigilant Hammer, kept herself busy for most of the evening by scouring the countryside for the stray half orcs that might still be around. Meanwhile, the dwarves and the bigger part of the company partook in the exchange of knowledge, wisdom and merriment, in the form of song, poetry and a game of die. Eirulisse joined them at the last moment, having decided that the orcs would not attack after all, and lost her knife in the process. Such is luck, a fickle flame to go out in a flash.