It wasn't difficult to find Chris Pint's tent. All we had to do was look for the biggest and most extravagant ones, the kind you'd see at an outdoor wedding party.
Luca and I were let in through the double-doors-sized tent flap by two viseres in their resplendent silver armor.
The sight of them made me jealous of the wealth that their master flaunted. I would love to outfit the entire Foolhardies in similar gear.
As expected, the interior space was huge, enough for a dozen people to lounge about while maintaining their social distance. The flooring was fur carpets of all kinds of Fayne beasts. Plush couches and divans filled the space. And that bed at the far end was at least two king sizes big.
At the moment, only three people occupied the tent, but signs of a recently concluded party were evident. Bowls of half-eaten fruits and mugs lay scattered on the floor.
