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[color=#736AFF][b][h1]Ranbu no Izayoi[/h1][/b][/color]
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Cleanup after the battle was brief. They collected Goug from his hiding place, Neve treated what wounds the party took, and they moved on several paces, not wanting to settle down to camp for the night amidst Blightbeast corpses. As a result, the party continued to ride for a few more paces, stopping to create another clearing when it was closer to sundown. 

For all his pageantry, Lord Leonhardt certainly hadn't spared any expense when it came to supplying the teams. When the party finally had the chance to make camp, they found that everything the average traveling group would need had been accounted for. Tents, bedrolls, trail rations, skins of heavily watered alcohol, and more. Although it still rankled at her to take the generosity of what had been a mortal enemy to her just half a decade ago, Izayoi nonetheless made use of the supplies without complaint. 

Once the tents were set up, Team Kirin found themselves sitting down over dinner outside. A fire was out of the question, considering the utterly flammable grass around them. Furthermore, there wasn't much to forage either. So they were settling for the rations that had been packed in the wagon. Smoked sausages, hard cheeses, dried fruits, honey, and biscuits of hard travel bread. All in all, while it was no substitute for a hot meal, Izayoi had certainly eaten worse on the road in her time. 

She hungrily scarfed down her portion of the rations, utterly uncaring of manners now that they weren't in a formal setting. Afterwards, she glanced up, starting to speak even if some others were still eating. 

[color=#736AFF][b]"We've not sorted out the watch order yet. I will volunteer to take first watch. Do we intend on having three or four watches throughout the night?"[/b][/color] She asked of the group as a whole, though her gaze turned to Galahad, given that he was the one in charge.