Magnus had set his bed up, so the first rays of dawn would shine on his face. And as the light shone on his eyes—
"Huzzah!"
He shot up from the bed. Having slept in only a loincloth, he was ready to go about his day.
Having breakfast with the others inside the improvised canteen, everyone frowned seeing the jerky. Though it wasn't poisonous and was quite filling...
"Bleh..."
The reaction of the people eating it said everything that was needed. Another 10 minutes passed, and the people gathered had finished their meals.
The guards rotated, some of the dwarves went down to forge weapons and armor, and the only ones left were the two dwarven leaders and Magnus.
Sitting opposite of him, the two dwarves looked confused on why he told them to stay behind.
"Alright, I've got a question." Magnus opened, "Do we have a map with nearby orc strongholds?"
