The clatter of equipment and murmured voices pulled me from sleep. I rubbed my eyes, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings before remembering—we were in the dungeon.
"Up you go, young master," Selahe said, gently nudging Fazio awake beside me. "The Ravens want to move out with the dawn."
I sat up, blinking away sleep. The sky above had lightened to a pale gray—what would be second bell back in the cities. The adventurers were already breaking down the camp with practiced efficiency.
"Here," Anna thrust a piece of hardtack and dried meat into my hands. "Not much of a breakfast, but it'll keep you going."
I bit into the bland ration, wishing for Connor's cooking. While the hyper-processed food of my previous life lost in taste, it compensated in being almost permanently shelf-stable. Ancient Tech 101 also didn't cover many culinary inventions so I was stuck with what I got. No revolutionizing cuisine with pizza for me.
