posted on Dec, 13 2017 @ 06:50 PM
The winter sun lazily crawled out above the treeline, bathing the makeshift camp in a pale (but most welcome) glow. Gordi blinked against
the intrusive rays of light and let out a gaping yawn, turning to snuggle back into his deerskin, but it was too late...
The morning's grasp had pulled him from his slumber and there was to be no return.
When he (at last) gave in to the inevitable and opened his eyes a strange sight greeted him...
His dwarven friend Pudge was struggling to get back into his undergarments, presumable after performing his morning ablutions, and was bent almost
double trying to pick up a lost sleeve, or was it a leg?
"hmm, The sun and a Moon in the same view? This cannie be good!" joked the big fella.
Pudge just looked up - bemused, gave a derisory grunt and then finished dressing, before starting to rouse the fire from last night's fading
The glowing tinder quickly gave way to crackling kindling and in no time at all a warming log fire had roared back into life.
Gordi sat up and surveyed his surroundings...
There were several rib bones from a large boar, a small (and very empty) wooden Ale barrel, and a snuffling & snoring Mixie the Pixie (who had a
moustache drawn onto her upper lip) and who seemed to be surrounded by what appeared to be 3 empty Whisky bottles!
"well, ah canna remember whit went oan here last night, but by the looks o' it... I think we must hae enjoyed it very much!!"
and a broad smile broke across his big bearded face.