Fein yawned, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle upon his shoulders. The knowledge gained from the book swirled in his mind, mingling with his growing excitement and the weariness of his body. He turned to Imeng, his mentor and companion, with a faint smile.
"Imeng, my mind is tired," Fein confessed, his voice laced with a touch of weariness. "I think I'll rest now."
Imeng nodded, still fixated on the starry sky, his features illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight. Fein could sense the weight of Imeng's thoughts, the depths of his contemplation, and he couldn't help but wonder what secrets the enigmatic sorcerer held within.
With a gentle pat on Fein's shoulder, Imeng acknowledged his need for rest. It was a silent understanding, a gesture of support without words. Fein settled into his makeshift bed, the cold snow beneath him soon welcoming him into its embrace.
