<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">"I hate the damn noble, Briarwood." Ragnar growled as he received his ration from the company's cook. He glared coldly at the Lord's empty tent. "No one takes Ragnar's sleep." He mumbled as he followed behind Vesper absentmindedly, just going through the morning motions without much thought.</div></span>