#onerenegade

"Is there anything else I can get you two?" she asked, smiling even as she took a step back. Alkkal turned to give her a half-smile, shaking his head. "Alright then! Feel free to use the sleeping mats, I'm sure you both have big days ahead!"

The Frostmane gave a little wave as she left to tend to others who were resting, looking down at his sketchbook. The page was full of massive creatures; tigers, frogs, crabs, cranes, and yaks. Things that had given them quite the run for their money. It was ridiculous, that animals they had seen before were suddenly so murderous.

Tapping his pencil against paper, thinking about what else he should record, a little noise made him pause. A glance up saw Zuriki doing his best to resist a yawn, blinking owlishly down at his own sketchbook. Alkkal snickered, setting his charcoal down, getting up from the table.

"Gettin' tired, Z?" he murmured in quiet Zandali, ruffling the smaller troll's hair. Zuriki looked up at him, ears dropping, nodding a bit soon there after. With a nod of his own, the rogue closed the boy's book and put it with his own. "C'mon then, eh? Time to sleep," Turning, Alkkal ducked his head and carefully fit himself into one of the walled little cubbyholes, waving his hand for the little shaman to follow.

Which he did, shuffling his feet and rubbing his eyes. The Frostmane sat cross legged against the wall of the tent, watching Zuriki flop onto the provided pillow, curling up on his side with his Lil' Tek trailing in to lay against his back. The image they made, put a soft smile on Alkkal's face, the idea for drawing them later crossing his mind.

"Alk," his name, whispered sleepily, pulled his attention back down to the small Amani troll. Zuriki reached for his arm, eyes already closing. With a near silent chuckle, he moved to lay down beside the other as he was directed.