It was morning, and Aeron was still asleep. The night had been long, and his body was still tired. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, remembering that their journey was not yet finished. He sat up quickly and looked across the room.
Varek was still lying down, wrapped in his blanket. He looked as if he was resting peacefully. Aeron stretched, rubbed his eyes, and said softly, "We need to start going, Mr. Varek. The road is still long."
He rose to his feet and began to get himself ready. He packed his things, strapped his blade to his side, and tightened his cloak. When he was done, he turned again and said, louder this time, "I'm ready now, and waiting for you."
But Varek did not stir.
Aeron frowned. He stepped closer and called again, "Mr. Varek?" Still nothing. He reached down and tapped his shoulder. No movement. He shook him a little harder. "Varek, wake up!"
Still silence.
