No monsters had disturbed the merchants and Feyra in the night. Realizing no danger was around, Feyra also started sleeping for a few hours. She woke up with the first rays of light, as always.
Seems that daylight is my wake-up call.
She rubbed her eyes, patting her hair again. A brush wouldn't be too horrible if she continued sleeping on the ground with leaves and twigs around.
So a brush, a frying pan and... Anything else? Why am I so forgetful when I need stuff... Oh I forgot the bandages.
Feyra shook her head. She didn't know whether or not she wanted to buy this stuff in the harbour city or in the Empire.
The merchants woke up a little later than her, yawning and slumping back. Flynn moved his blanket up to his neck, only his head was looking out. Argon's blanket was lying at his waist and he drooled on his shoulder. Zack held his sword while sleeping, his blanket being only over his legs.
Feyra shook her head with a smile. These merchants... They're somehow funny.
