Tortetart has a good feeling about the day. Nights Tone is in reach. The caravan is in a jovial mood, well most of them. And his donkey is behaving itself nicely. 

For now he utters a soft prayer to Mishakal, hoping for an uneventful rest of the journey. And praises glory to the mood of the party, as a good sign of what’s to come. 

Cleaning up his rations and meager campsite, Tortetart gets ready to set out for the last leg of the trip.