smoke?

Jorrik stirred and arose from his slumber at Erik's words. He realised with a start his hand was wrapped around the hilt of his sword. He'd been sleeping with it clutched to his side. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he stretched and blinked a few times before seeing the smoke plume.

"Thank the gods," he murmured. He sprang to his feet. "Come on everyone. I can almost taste the mead already!" Without waiting, he started to head in the direction of the smoke plume.