Riven washed his hands in the nearby river. They had gotten quite dirty from all the work he had been putting in with sealing stuff. He wanted to be humble, but he was probably the best seller in their group.
"Out of all eight, I'm the best!" He smiled before realizing he was alone. Filling up some of their canteens, in case they needed them, before going back to their carriage near the game. He took a bite of the loaf of bread for the day, as he saw Lyra sleeping on the job; she needed to be in the city selling stuff, and yet here she was.
"Lyra." He flicked her forehead. "Go work." The girl jumped forward, slapping his hand as she rubbed her forehead. "You could have woken me up more nicely, plus what are you doing here?"
Riven took a sip out of his canteen, rolling his eyes. "I wanted to leave these at the carriage."
Saying that, he threw another canteen at her face. "And there's yours." Lyra frowned, but instead of hitting him back, she had patience and resisted.
