((…Huh.  Apparently the last post I put up here Tuesday after Xarxes never actually made it onto the thread.  That’s aggravating.  …Okay.  So.  Right.  Rolling with it.))<br/><br/>Gorun smirks faintly at the open invitation for stomach filling/fillers.  “That would be a bad idea in my case,” he says mildly before starting to ready himself for the evening.  It doesn’t take long, since he has very little in the way of preparation to do.  Trying to ignore the goings-on at the other end of the camp proves a bit troublesome, since he’s more accustomed to quieter sleeping accommodations.<br/>The bull hadn’t been sleeping especially deeply — no doubt due to the aforementioned distractions — when Albali speaks quietly.  He tenses slightly at the information of a visitor, but grunts an acknowledgement to leave the others be for now.  Just in case, though, he does climb out of his bedroll, ready to offer a helping fist should it come to it.  There is something to be said for his unarmed style of fighting:  He doesn’t need to fumble about for equipment or prepare himself for magical assaults, he<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>his weapon.