As time passed, fatigue soon settled over Raegar like a heavy cloak. Moments later, he crawled into his tent, slipped under the coarse sheets, and drifted into a deep sleep. He stirred with a yawn, crawling out of his tent into the chill morning air.
He quickly noticed a thick mist had settled over the landscape, cloaking the park in ghostly silence. The Windermere family's camp lay quiet, their tents still dark as the sun hadn't yet breached the horizon; he watched this and couldn't but smile when seeing Drakenwood.
'Looks like I made it, now to grow stronger and wait for Grandmother to wake up so she can heal my face,' he mused. 'Hopefully I can reach Vapour soon.'
He set about preparing breakfast, kindling a small fire to warm some leftover bread and meat. While doing that, he sipped fruit juice from Dreadshade City, the familiar tang grounding him in the misty quiet.
