Ailbe stares into the dying fires once more and nods. [b]"You're right. We have a long day ahead tomorrow. Maybe we can finally find a village to stock up on some supplies. I could use some fresh fruit for a chance."[/b] Taking a last quick sip from the bottle, he stands up and makes his way to the horses once more. He retrieves two bedrolls from both horses and walks back to the fire, where the fire was now actually nothing more but some smoldering cinders. One by one he rolls the two bedrolls out over the floor. 

Was she right? Would they celebrate? What was there to celebrate after all? He had never the courage to tell her that the people she once trusted, were actually the ones who had caused all this mess. Maybe it was just something he told her to keep her happy... or himself. With a deep sigh, he lays down on the bedroll and stretches himself. [b]"Goodnight Shan. Let's hope for a quiet night for once."[/b] With these last words, he closes his eyes and falls into a deep sleep.