One of the Men

[Thor]

Thor looked at the room he entered. It was smaller, but was better maintained then the common room of the barracks. The beds were made of cloth, not straw, as were the pillows and the blankets. Thor knew all to well that this was not comfort experienced by all peoples by any means. He thought of the small village in Vanaheim that he and the Three warriors saved. The village had been easy for the Marauders to destroy. Everything in the village had been made of sticks and leaves. It was no match for the blades or torches of the Marauders. He looked at the softness of the cloth of the bed and was content. Thor slammed down on the bed nearest the door. "I know not what this 'dibs' is," Red chuckled at that. He would explain it to the big warrior some other night. "but both of you may sleep easy for the god of thunder guards your slumber!" He dropped his hammer down next to his bed. Handle up. He looked at Alex. "You know first hand the might of my power. Rest easy knowing that that strength protects you now." Thor smiled.