"That kind of situation is indeed possible," Lancelot chuckled, turning his head to look at Bruto. He immediately noticed that Kalalin and Koula were sound asleep in their own blankets, while Alamir was immersed in meditation.
"How long have I been like this?"
"Not too bad, around three hours, I guess. Just enough time for me to sort them out again," Bruto caressed the braids made out of his beard on his chest, "I think I must thank you for my belt; it truly is a treasure..."
By this time, the other companions had also roused from sleep or meditation. Alamir looked at Lancelot, his face breaking into a smile:
"You're awake? How do you feel? Do you still need my Healing Spell?"
"I've still got several bottles of healing potions here!" Koula also raised several red bottles.
"Thank you, I'm fine now," Lancelot jumped up from the ground, stretching his body. Although the True Qi in his Dantian was still pitifully scarce, his body had recovered to its optimal condition.
