The night went smoothly and as the sun rose the next day the villagers remained hidden away, seeming to not want to have anything to do with the group that had come in the night before. Shela snorted somewhat as the light hit her eyes, her pipe still held tight between her teeth. Groaning she sat up and butt hopped over to the edge of the wagon, her feet dangling off the edge. Yawning deeply she sucked in the morning air.

	"Ugh, jasmine still!" she complained rubbing her nose and the sneezing. Shaking off the feeling the sneeze left behind she stretched her short arms above her head before reaching over and grabbing an Apple out of her pack and taking a bite.


	"Okay, where's big boy? Need to follow his nose to loud mouth," she said as she climbed to the front of the back of the wagon.