Northstar Vale steady as a beating drum

[table width=80%][tr][td]Ready to shake off the awkward feeling, he shook out his wet pelt with little care for where it would all go. Rannoch was right, as usual, and very chill about the whole situation. When he offered to go again, The little Rochester smiled and nodded eagerly. He was many things, but he wasn't a quitter - even though his luck had been spent. He slipped for a third time in the cold waters, already getting tired of the tugging sensation that weight of the water was causing and he made a deal with himself; since he had been so active and useful today, tomorrow he was allowed an afternoon in the sun.

He looked to the other, wondering if he needed to count down again.[/tr][/td][/table]