"A chieftain's sister must be careful whom she associates herself with," says Drazha, after a pause. "I had suitors in the past, marriages were proposed, and yet…it didn't come to be. Let's just say I didn't like what was presented to me. Nowadays, I find it easier to keep my relationships a secret."
"Well, I'm glad you're here with me, Drazha," you say. "If nothing else, we can offer one another commiserations, can't we?"
"That we can," she replies with a smile, before getting to her feet and gesturing to where the rain pours down beyond the mouth of the cave. "I'll take the first watch, Basileios. Not that anyone will see us in this weather, mind, but it pays to be careful. You get some rest."
Wait for Morning