West awoke to the sound of conversation and the smell of Drina's delicious soup.He began wiping the sleep from his eyes, and allowed his fingers to lightly trace his tattoo must under his eye- a ritual preformed every morning, for good luck, and as he claimed, for his marksmanship- and he rolled from his bedroll. Unlike several of the others in the Caravan, West had no carriage of his own. He preferred to travel lightly anyways, and having to maintain a carriage would have distracted him from his primary duty of caravan defense.
West quickly pulled on his jacket and clipped on his belt, carefully tucked away in his knapsack. After getting everything on, West ritually pulled out a deck of cards and began absently shuffling them, another good luck ritual he found himself doing every morning.
Still shuffling he made his way to where the breakfast was being served.
"Morning everyone." He greeted, somehow managing to continue shuffling the deck with one hand while he used the other to begin eating the soup Drina had prepared.