Soon everyone settled into the common room. Andras and Ferric spoke to the old woman, whose name was Muriel, just to entertain her and compensate for staying in her home. Elena and Andrews helped start the fire, taking a few choice logs as Andrews practice using flint and steel to make a spark. Afterwards they’d set up the bedrolls for themselves and their father. Mica sat near the fire looking at rocks he had brought from the wagon. They just looked like rocks. You, Pylia, and Shortfang were settled by the fire.

“Syfr says long rain. Could be here all night!” Shortfang warns. He seemed more distressed at the potential boredom than the danger. Pylia simply shrugged and stoked the flames with a poker. “It happens sometimes. We’ll just have to find a way to occupy ourselves in this weather.” Shortfang sprawled our on the ground before rolling into his stomach. “Shortfang already bored.”