I woke up to the soft sound of the fire crackling, the winds in the tall trees and the muffled sounds of the creatures of the night. My eyes slowly adjusted to the low light and I could see that I was tucked into my bedroll, next to the sleeping forms of April and Jesen.
My breastplate had been removed and my bow lay unstrung next to the small pile of my gear, but my quiver was still by on my hip. It seems that my hand had covered it, not allowing any to remove it when I lost consciousness.
