"Why are we given one tent to share again?" Kaedros asked with a yawn as he looked around the small enclosure.
Taria shifted beside him, still wrapped in a blanket. She squinted at him through one eye, then shut them again as the sunlight filtered into the tent. "They probably thought we were couples," she mumbled.
'..or they want to keep an eye on us..' Kaedros thought, but he didn't say it aloud. He shoved the tent flap aside and stepped out into the morning light. "The sun rose quickly today."
They hadn't dared light a fire the previous night, monsters were too active in the dark, but now a fire crackled between stacked logs. Han, the broad-shouldered warrior, was turning meat over the flames. "I thought you wouldn't wake up again, newbie. Long night?" he sneered.
Kaedros frowned. What was he talking about? Was he referring to their journey yesterday? He didn't feel tired. "Rauk said we wouldn't be moving until the sun came out anyway."
