“About an hour I think? Shortfang was actually up before I was.” The kobold snapped the stick he was using in half before tossing it into the fire. “Shortfang sleep in cage all day. Not tired, so kept watch. Stinky humans try get close, Shortfang scare them away!” He raised his arms up like he was about to roar at someone. It might’ve been more intimidating if he was bigger. Pylia handed you a cup of tea. It tasted like a green tea.

“Seems that most of the camp is still asleep, and the moon is still out. However I checked outside the walls and I can see some of the horizon in the distance. Red skies.” She says ominously. She dipped her short bread into the tea and munched on it. “It’ll be about a six hour journey to the second camp, but that’s with clear skies and no trouble. If we’re lucky maybe other caravans are leaving and we can travel in a herd, but so far we’re the only ones awake. I gathered a few wild berries and herbs outside, so we have some supplies for the road. Oh, and here for both of you.” Pylia handed you and Shortfang three of the white magic berries. “As usual, eat the goodberries if you’re hurt or hungry. Should be enough to last you a while.”