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<GM's Note: OK, It's morning. Remember, none of you (not even Maxwell) has a watch; Watches haven't been invented yet. Most people in this fantasy world we're playing in tell time by estimating the time-of-day from the position of the sun in the sky. For rangers like Drek, doing so is a finely honed skill that allows them to be as accurate as half an hour. For most people, however, one can only guess what hour it is and be right about 50% of the time while only being off by about an hour or so.
Hourglasses and the like are used when counting down a specific amount of time is necessary. Certain Gnomish inventors might have something more sophisticated to offer, but even they can't make a pocket watch: The technology just doesn't exist.
That said, people can train themselves to wake up at a consistent hour of the morning with or without a clock. It's not a skill that everyone can master, but most people come close enough.
In any case, this town's Town Watch keeps time with a set of hourglasses in order to precisely manage the time each shift stays on duty, day or night. So, if you had a watch, you could set it by the changing of the guard-shifts. But you don't ave a watch. Oh, and the sun's about to rise.>
Farnham yawned and stretched his legs. He rolled over on his side and blinked his eyes. He pulled the covers off and quietly sliped down off the top bunk. His brother, Maxwell, was still asleap in the bottom bunk. Drek was across the hall in another room with Captain Sealem, while Prosper was in his own room down the hall. Farnham wasn't sure if Tem even needed sleep, but he had taken a room on on the upstairs floor anyways. Acedia and the other ladies were in the larger room down the hall, which had three single beds.
Farnham put his pants on, washed his face, and then went outside to the outhouse. It was a cool morning, and there was dew on the grass. Several men in footman's leathers were standing in line, apparently waiting their turn at the latrine. Fanrham greeted them: "Good morning." he said.
A man turned: "Aye, and fine morning to ye, sir."
Farnham said: "You're not one of the Town Watch, are you?"
The man said: "No sir, we're with the Earl of Dunmoor's forces. We're with Bravo Company, Second Battalion, Dunmoor Highlanders. I'm Lieutenant Scott, that's Private MacMurry, Corporal Jones, Private Sanders... oh and Sergent Campbell is the one in the loo. We just arrived about an hour ago along with a company of the King's Knights, a Lizzardmen mercenary company, and a small squad from the Royal Engineering Corps. A full battalion of Wessex Light Lancers under Brigadier Westmoor are coming in from the west, should be here any minute now. Hey, you must be with that company of heroes everyone's talking about. Is it true you guys fought a real live Drow?"
Farnham nodded. He was happy to see that reinforcement has arrived. Perhaps the orcs would withdraw without a fight and the party could get on with hunting that Dire Wolf. "Well, yes it's true that we fought and killed a Drow mage...."
Before Farnham could finish his sentence, the Lieutenant cut in: "Wow! Waht do these Drow look like? Are they just dark-skinned elves?"
Farnham replied: "Um, kinda.. they do resemble elves, but their eyes are a bit different, and the Elves and the Drow seem to have some sort of ancient blood feud or something between them. You know, theres a group of Elven swordsmen here in town, under Captain Sealem's command. I wouldn't call the Drow 'dark-skinned elves' around them. They might take the wrong meaning and think it's an insult."
The Lieutenant nodded: "Of course, of course I see your point Sir.. oh the line's moving again."
Eventually, Farnham did get to use the outhouse, but not before the eager young Lieutenant talked his ear off. Silently, Farnham swore that he'd never talk to someone in line for a outhouse ever again.
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