Slowly, Janius rose and walked over to the campfire, one hand pressing the side of his head. As he sat down, he was handed another piece of meat a la sentinel, to which he took and bit into before he realised how it was prepared. "Ugh, this thing isn't exactly a royal chef," Janius said after swallowing.

"Good morning Janius, how is your head?" Fendros asked.

"Hah, 'good' morning, if you want to describe it that way." Janius replied, his voice intoning his foul mood, "My head is punishing me, what did you expect?"

Another groan from Ariel heralded herself sitting up. She immediately noticed the bottle of green liquid next to her and tried to inspect it through sleepy eyes. After smelling it, she had a sudden realisation of what it was. "Sabine, did you make this?" Ariel asked across the fire.

Sabine raised her head to her sister and nodded.

Ariel looked at the bottle again. This was something that was a popular product in her own store, but she never recalled Sabine being taught the recipe. She must have worked it out on her own. Clever girl. "Thank you, sister," Ariel said, her lips lifting into a smile that made her realise how puffy her eyes had become this morning. Downing the potion was as difficult as she expected, but its relief was welcome. Ariel served her own meal this morning, and Fendros was glad that it didn't leave the sentinel to make a mess of the supplies. When she joined them, she began to eat. "I can hardly remember anything from last night, I've not had that much to drink in years." She looked up at the pack with a small anxiety in her face, "I didn't... make a fool out of myself, didn't I?"

"I think I remember someone throwing up in the corner... I can't remember who, it might have been me." Janius said, his face contracting from every noise.

"So that's what that smell is," Fendros said, looking around the room from where he sat for any piles that he might want to avoid stepping into.