Morning came slowly to the mountain camp.
A thin layer of mist covered the clearing, drifting between the trees and settling over the nearby stream. The air was noticeably colder than it had been in Riverside Village.
John stepped outside his tent and immediately pulled his cloak tighter around himself.
"Cold."
He breathed into his hands.
A voice came from behind him.
"You've been spoiled by warmer weather."
Lythriel walked past carrying two cups.
She handed one to him.
"Tea."
John accepted it gratefully.
"You're becoming very thoughtful."
"Don't get used to it."
She sat beside the campfire.
"I just made too much."
John smiled.
"Of course."
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The camp slowly came alive.
Researchers emerged from their tents.
Guards checked their equipment.
The cooks prepared breakfast.
The horses remaining with the expedition were fed before being returned to the lower camp.
John noticed Commander Gareth speaking with the scouts.
