Straw stepped a few paces away from the fire and settled himself near a large ash tree, his sword laid across his knees.  [i]Of course she doesn't sleep[/i], he grumbled slightly to himself as he shifted to get comfortable with his back against the thick trunk.  

The night was pleasant and Calvin retrieved a single woolen blanket with frayed edges from his small pack and rolled it into a pillow, stretching out near the fire.  

"G'night, Cyriana."