*Several hours had passed since Lorthak had gone upstairs, supposedly to return soon thereafter. As the sun rose steadily from it's slumber, about a quarter of it's passing having been done already, the Barbarian finally makes his way down to the common room. Gone is his robe. Instead, he wears what appears to be ceremonial gear, at least, if you were Barbarian it would. Tartan kilt and bandolier over an embroidered cloth shirt, tartan wristbands, and leather knee-high boots strapped with fur. His head is no longer covered, showing the length of hair down past his shoulders that is mostly red, but highlighted with varying shades of red and orange such that as it moves it looks as though it is on fire. In his hair is pinned, one on each side just above the sideburn hanging down past his shoulders, a braid of cord with what looks like various charms and small trinkets. He has many pouches around his waste, and carries what looks like a bag under his right arm. With a nod to Gov and a quick apology for not having returned, the bed had put up a fight against him and won!, he continued on through the front door. As he passes out the door, if you were looking you would see pipes under his right arm instead of a bag.

Several minutes later a sound can be heard, faintly at first, but picking up volume as the tune progressed. Starting off, the song has a mournful tone. You can almost hear the crying for many passing lives. Soon the tone changes, and for any who have been in a major battle, the sound of a battle march is impossible to miss. After a few minutes of the march, again a change comes, this time happier and more vibrant. If you heard this, unless your heart was cold, you would most likely feel your heart begin to beat to the rhythm being played. The joy and celebration of the song might be suited for a great party. Several minutes of this goes by, and slowly the tune turns again. Again mournful, but with an air of strength and determination in it, this song might make anyone remember a loved one or friend or fellow soldier who had passed, but with the memory of the great things they did in their life. Shortly after this portion of the song has started, the sound begins to fade and eventually dies out. Many minutes later Lorthak returns through the front door, staring ahead with a somewhat stern look on his face, continuing up the stairs without saying a word to anyone.

He soon returns, this time again wearing his robe and hood, and walks over to the bar and orders some food and a glass of milk. He pays for it then carries it over to the table Gov is sitting at.*

Mornin' ta ye brother. Ah but 'tis another fine day ta be sure, I may be headin' out fer a bit ta see what lies around, maybe an orc fight or two ta get tha blood pumpin', if I be lucky. *Lorthak grins and begins eating, in between mouthfuls he speaks.* Yer welcome ta join me if ye care to. An' I promise I will no be asleepin' again 'till tha evenin', ach but that bed up there did put up a fight suited fer tha planes themselves! *With a hearty laugh Lorthak stops speaking and focuses on his food.*