I barely slept thru the night. At some point, I even started crying, but the time didn't care about my emotions and just passed.
I felt terrible after waking up, like somebody threw a hand full of sand in my eyes. I was still tired and kept yawning, but my body was used to jumping to action at this hour, so there was no possibility of going back to bed. Instead, I slowly collected myself up, grabbed everything I needed, and put it on the cart. Then left heading to the city center.
No matter what they decided, I was going to the canyon.
When I finally got to the destination, there was a bit of a ruckus. A big crowd split apart into smaller and bigger groups was listening to few leaders. The division of hunting grounds was just happening.
