Thanar sat on a nearby stump, warhammer slung over his back. He reached for the familiar weight around his waist, the book chained there so he would never forget the words of his god and the laws of his people. He rested the book in one hand and began leafing through it, before settling on one part of the scriptures particularly appropriate for this time: a litany of protection.
"Yea, even as our enemies beset us from every side, we shall stand in Rhillor's light, comforted by his warmth, and resolute as we are guarded with his divine flame. From the assaults of the heretics and unbelievers shall he shield the faithful, and..."
The litany continued for some time, and Thanar continued reading, content to read all night, but ready to bring his warhammer into play should anything require it.