At the golden hour of the early morning, Ian came out of his own tent, only to see his lord standing a few paces away from him, staring at the sunset. Ian was certain that he didn't sleep at all.
He walked up to the Great Impaler. "My lord." he called to his attention.
Zander turned to his right hand, "You're awake. How was your sleep?"
"Nice." Ian answered.
"I'm glad you had a nice sleep." Zander told him, with a slight smile. They hardly get to rest, so whenever they had the opportunity, Zander was very pleased to see Ian rest well.
"Come along." Zander told him, as he started walking, Ian followed suit.
"Where are we going?" Ian asked.
