The First Epoch. 13:47 of the second day.
The traveling caravan members were all asleep. They had not chosen a place to rest either. One of them had found a big tree to lean on, another a meadow, and someone else had lain down on a table. They had fallen asleep in less than a minute. They were having a snoring concert, but they could not wake up the other tired people.
Even the wildlings and the newly-recruited sheep had started to rest. The wildlings were tied up with ropes around the city and were scolding each other. The strongest of the wildlings had found a relatively comfortable place to sleep. The other savages had also lain down and started to sleep.
The self-exploding sheep were all lying in a corner and resting on the ground. However, they were very calm and they looked like noble ladies. As self-exploding sheep, they were not afraid of anyone, let alone of sneak attacks. They only wanted to eat and sleep.
