Honeyed Pasture you smoke crack, dontcha?

astaroth wasn't much of an early bird but when you got to go, you got to go. and so without much delay, the inky gargoyle picked himself up and made way for the nearest tree, his bladder about ready to explode. thankfully it didn't and he was able to quickly relieve himself before heading back towards his makeshift den.

funny enough, it turned out having to pee made him considerably less tired. so, rather than laying down and staring at some stick till he managed to doze off again, the wayward ghoul opted for a stroll instead, one that would coincidentally lead him right to the open pasture where the seafarer wandered.