For some, the night before a potentially fatal encounter might cause them to stay up and contemplate their mortality, or to toss and turn as they're wracked by nightmares that leave them in a cold sweat. For Silas, he slept hard and deep, a valuable quality for those in the Rogue's line of work. By first light he was up and rested, donning his leather armor and making sure the various straps and loose bits were secured.<br/><br/>After that and getting breakfast, Silas sat down at a nearby table, drawing both his shortsword and dagger and placing the former on the table. Taking out a whetstone, the Rogue gave the dagger one, two, three licks with the stone on each side of the blade before testing the edge with his thumb. Satisfied, he sheathed the blade and did the same with the shortsword. During all of this Silas was quiet and focused, trying to get himself "in the zone" for the moment the bandits arrived. Silas didn't fear combat itself, but the build-up certainly left him anxious, and maintaining his gear kept his mind focused on the task at hand.<br/><br/>With both weapons sharp, the gray-steel of the blades glistening faintly in the sun, Silas was ready, "<strong>alright, let's do this.</strong>"<br/><br/>Silas knew his role. Climbing the ladder onto the walkway, he crouched and put his back to the palisade as he drew his shortsword, waiting for the bandits to arrive.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/3WB4fsD.jpg)</div></div>