(If you really want to sure, but I don't know where I'd put the topic for Moblin's Keep.)
Ailun awoke, the cold having penetrated what felt like his very soul. He was stiff from sitting up all night, and he slowly rose, groaning as he did so. He flexed his limbs, hearing cracks as he moved the stiff joints. At least he could move. He put his staff on his back and stretched some more. He wondered if the noise he'd been making had awoken the others, which it most likely had.
Ailun awoke, the cold having penetrated what felt like his very soul. He was stiff from sitting up all night, and he slowly rose, groaning as he did so. He flexed his limbs, hearing cracks as he moved the stiff joints. At least he could move. He put his staff on his back and stretched some more. He wondered if the noise he'd been making had awoken the others, which it most likely had.


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