Peaceful morning

You find yourself awakening to the sound of birds. Crows specifically. They seem to be picking away at what’s left of the bandit. Slightly grossed out, you decide it would be best to pack camp and move on as soon as possible. From the clearing your camp is in, you can hear the sound of a rushing river not too far off down a hill away from the path. Glancing down at your blood-stained bedroll, it might be best to take a quick dip. You pull off your sweat stained night shirt and wiggle your way out of your trousers. Being so close a river and with nobody around for miles besides a dead bandit, it might be refreshing to be naked, and truly free if just for a short while. Taking your clothes and stained bedroll under your arm, you start your morning walk down to the river.