<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">"I'm up.." Brynn murmured as she rolled onto her back and opened her hazel eyes, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. She sat up, lazily rubbing her face to force herself to be fully alert. She stifled a yawn, nodding as a silent thanks to Vesper. "Yeah, sounds good." She said softly, packing up her belongings and checking her supplies before they left to meet up with the others. During their short trip to the smithy, she could help looking around the camp, people tending to one another or rushing to begin to do chores to help maintain order. When the two entered the tent and began to explain the information to Finny, Brynn was her normal quiet and listening; however, she occasionally would jump in, including a few minor details that Vesper may have missed.</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Ragnar appeared a few moments after Finny asked where they were, yawning as he entered the smithy. "Sorry, I'm not too late, am I?" He apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. "I must have overslept a bit." He added with a short laugh. He was still tired from working in the forge the prior night but compared to yesterday, he's feeling immensely better.</div></span>