An anxious morning

You wake up the next morning as dawn filters through the trees above you. Looking yourself, and your camp over, it looks like the bandit decided not to return. You feel exhausted after last night. Knowing you could’ve been attacked during the night; you didn’t sleep very well.

Thank the gods I’m safe. Though I don’t want to stick around, no tellin’ if he’ll come back this mornin’ with friends.

You are quick to gather your things, and head back down the path to Crag Glen.