“I’d say eighty-to-one. If a vision is what lead you to Buddy, I’m sure you’ll have another one tonight. Bet on it.” Pylia says jokingly as she hands the last of the dishes to you. Once she finished cleaning up she dumped the wash water off the side of camp and went back to the fire. “You can go ahead and sleep first, I’m going to try and make a few more potions for tomorrow’s journey now that we’ll have a few more people accompanying us. I’ll come in a bit later.” Pylia day by the fire, taking out her Herbalism kit to brew some more medicine. Shortfang had always gone to sleep, having dug himself another shallow barrow near the tent with only a small hole to perk out of. Buddy was simply standing nearby watching the fire. He didn’t seem to be asleep, but then again it was hard to tell if he was even alive.