With that final comment, you exit her tent and head for your own.
Next
It's not even midday when you drag your exhausted body into your tent.
You need sleep.
You desperately need sleep.
Stepping through the entrance, you survey the interior. And then you freeze.
It's all gone.
Everything.
The traitors must have picked your tent bare.
You already knew your gear was with Vedran. But you hadn't expected him to take everything.
The only things left are the furniture. Your desk is overturned, all the papers taken. The censuses. Your bedroll is sprawled across the ground.
Your spare clothes. Your spare daggers. Your stash of alcohol. Your journal. All gone.
You stand in the entrance of your tent for several seconds, unable to take a step closer