Urudal's people did not sleep like Humans did or even some other races.  They fell into a deep trance like state for roughly 4-5 hours while their bodies healed and rested.  Some even did it with their eyes open which made it all the more creepy.	Urudal was a little worn out from the day before, but nothing sitting in front of a fire couldn't cure.<br/><br/>Urudal didn't miss the look Ilion had on his features at the prospect of fresh cooked meat.  He doubted the young man had anything quite so fresh. The animal was alive not but an hour ago.  Now it sat sizzling over a fire. The smell that wafted from the cooking animal made even Urudal's stomach growl in protest of having to wait so long.	He pulled the pan off and set it in the grass to cool, then looked to Ilion.   Again he noticed that distant look in the other's eyes.  The barbarian wondered what he was thinking.<br/><br/>Urudal grunted in acknowledgement. Perhaps he was thinking of the ship and space, though some how Urudal did not think that was true.  He licked his lips and patiently waited for Ilion to dish up. "Take as much as you please.  There is More."	He leaned back and stretched for a package of plums, intending to put them over the meat.  His body was on display for Ilion as he reached for the fruit, those broad shoulders and firm muscles... All it would take would be a gentle push and he would fall flat on his back.  His heart sped up as he thought about Ilion doing so and coming over him.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes a moment and tried to shake the cobwebs out of his mind.  Urudal kicked himself for not being able to get his head out of the dirt when he was around Ilion.   Passing their time busy working on the ship would help.  If he had direction to focus all his energies on something else. Like hammering in parts of the ship and not hammering Ilion....