The eerie stillness of the night didn't do much to lull the Templar to slumber. Alayre spent most of the evening wide awake except for those rare minutes he did manage to rest. He knew prior to this mission that he would be unable to truly rest until after it's said and done. Fallow Mire is a horrible and terrible place but it would be less horrific if they weren't in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.

The constant threat of the undead kept Alayre awake more than it should have. Just the thought of seeing those shambling corpses again ruined his sleep. Thus by the time morning arrived, Alayre found it difficult to remain awake. Combine the restlessness of the night and every other night he spent at the hold and you have a rather exhausted Knight-Commander who might be a tad terse today.

Obviously fatigued and unwilling to part with his swords, Alayre readied his armor and grabbed his cloak as he makes his way out the tent. "Now where did she wander off to?" He grumbles in mild annoyance. Of course the person in question is the little elf maiden who shares their tent. While he hasn't spoken much to Eirlys prior, Alayre is honestly a tad concerned about her.

"This is no place for one like her. Too delicate." The Templar grumps huffily. That lack of sleep makes this one quite grouchy.