Noise kept increasing outside of Evie's tent.
Her tent was the biggest, with the most trivial things in it. From her bed, to wardrobes, drawers or a few cooking stoves.
She was sleeping in; her face hiding under the blanket as she tried ignoring the racket.
Vroto was at the entrance, clearing his voice while knocking on one of the knockers.
"You can't pretend to be asleep the whole time," he said.
He took a few steps in, and sat on a chair.
"I sure can," she replied.
Vroto deeply sighed.
"You'll die alone with no kids if you don't fix your attitude."
"Why do you care about me having kids?"
"It's hard to believe someone raised you and that's how you turned out."
Evie rolled her eyes under the blanket, while turning around under it, her back toward Vroto.
"Can't you tell them to make less noise?" she asked.
"How about you help them fight the cursed sovereign's puppets?"
