Ashnell

Clay tosses and turns on the straw-filled bed he was currently laying on before twisting to look toward the fireplace in the room. Soft snores came from beside him as Ashnell slept, ever on guard in case Brikan or even worse horrors came to find Clay as he slept. Even if the room had not been asked about there were many that wished to keep the boy safe and sharing a bed was the far least of his troubles. The heat of the fire never seemed to warm the bed anyway. 

Well, quite a bit's happened in the last while.

First thing's first, everything's going rather smoothly regarding the baby. I can still fit in my clothes and armor... for now, at least... *a large, thick scratch covers what was once here* tells me I'm not showing, though it... kind of feels like I am? In a way, I suppose... I mean, my tunics and armor feel only a little tighter around my belly...

It's over...

It's finally over...

Those Dalesmen... they're gone now... they're really gone...

I almost can't believe it...

I saw them off...

Dad returned--though injured--with the news... Gyth came back... Everyone who went and finished the Dalesmen off survived... By the Gods, I'm beyond belief this actually happened...

I'm so relieved...