Arus sighed and sat down thankfully. It had been a very busy day and now they finally had a chance to rest. He silently ate his food, just bread and a couple of vegetables, and listened to the mutterings of those around him passively. He finished his meal with a sigh of contentment, another day over, now it was time to rest for most of them. Arus on the other hand simply took out a pen and a piece of parchment and pondered what to write next. Poetry was always a mental battle to find the best words to both convey your meaning as well as the best match with your prior words. It was an entirely different sort  of battle but one that Arus found enjoyable.