Something "wrong" was the last thing he wanted to hear. He had just wanted to<em>eat</em>for once. To eat dinner, indoors, warm, comfortable, on land. Just finished eating, and knowing trouble was going to occur was the last thing that he wanted to hear. He wouldn't be able to digest, his stomach was still breaking down the food; and he had drunk more than a few mugs of ale.<br/><br/><em>and here I am. Just finished eating. deep breaths, slow breath, cool, cold, freezing. ice.</em><br/><br/>"I don't feel anything, but if a paladin says something's wrong. I'll go along. I... should step outside. Don't worry, I'll be back if something<em>does</em>happen, just shout and I'll be back... I just need some fresh air after all of this heavy food and drink. Oh, and call me Glais. Like the second half of Douglas."<br/><br/>He finished off the the last scrap of bread soaked in the gravy, drank down the last of his ale, and got up. Slowly making his way to the doorway. He stood just outside, under the eaves of the building, breathing slowly, as if catching his breath. Watching the rain come down, and listening if anything interesting, or loud, happened inside.<br/>