The sound of movement from outside the healer's tent awakened Maedor to the break of dawn.
His eyes fluttered open tiredly and he got up to a seating position, glancing around the tent for a moment.
It took this moment for Maedor to recall that he was not in his quarters in the royal villa of the Sunthron Forest, instead he was in a tent somewhere out in the mortal world.
Maedor heaved a quiet sigh, he was now part of the travelling troupe and he had agreed to work diligently with Fiona and learn the healing arts to assist her.
The travelling troupe would be leaving their rest stop soon, at the first break of daylight and Maedor had awakened just in time to meet up with the activities.
Maedor rose to his feet and grabbed a change of clothes, it was his first day as a member of the troupe and so he wanted to make a good impression.
Rising up late when the troupe was already prepared to depart would not tell good of him.
